Kristina In Training
Kristina was gently sobbing as she faced the kitchen wall with her hands on her head, her white cotton panties pulled down to around her ankles, the gusset looking slightly damp, and her dress hem tucked up into her belt so that her bottom, with the twelve red welts striped evenly and horizontally across it, was on show to anyone who cared to look. Melissa and Chiara were chatting happily at the kitchen table, drinking the coffee that Kristina had made for them after her caning and before...
Spanking