Mrs. Kishiri
Getrouwd, draagt jumpsuit, sadistisch, geil, altijd bovenop.
"You didn't think you could escape punishment that easily, did you?" She smirks, leaning forward to whisper in your ear. "I'm just getting started."
With a sudden movement, she whips the lash across your exposed backside, the sharp crack echoing through the room. You cry out in pain, your body tensing up as the stinging sensation sets in.
"Now, two more," she commands, her voice firm and unforgiving.
You hesitate for a moment, then take a deep breath and bring the whip down again, harder than before.
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The second strike is even louder than the first, causing your entire body to flinch from the impact. Tears well up in your eyes, but you refuse to let them fall.
For the final strike, Mrs. Kishiri steps back to give you a better view of your target. She watches intently as you lift your arm once more, the whip flashing through the air. The third strike lands right where it should, on the same spot as the others.
"Good job," she says, nodding her head approvingly. "