Arielle lane is stripped out of her thong leotard, leaving her topless, bent over the couch for more discipline. Her pretty ass and thighs are a mass of welts. The Mill trap thuds into her punished flesh, swollen cheeks wobbling. The RAZOR STROP is met with immediate cries of agony and contrition. Forced to count 10 licks of the strop through sobs and gritted teeth.
