Kanoe blushed at Claire's words. She had been such a fool. Seeing her lover being trained only reminded her of the times she resisted with tooth and nail. She kept expecting the same of Claire which would lead to the most horrible of punishments. But her lover was wiser than that. With each other involved, the woman would obey and seemed to be less and less bothered by the matter with each passing command. The dark witch had gotten used to being a slave long before her lover knew of this. It was only right to allowe Claire the same right. The right to submit to their new mistress.

Not wishing to interrupt Natsuki's lecture, she squeezed her lover's hand and smiled softly. They were to be slaves but they would be slaves together. The relief that thought brought was scary. But she nodded in understanding, mouthing a small apology before lowering her gaze once more.

Holding Claire's hand made her forget about the tension in her breasts. Still swollen with nectar, they heaved against her tight fitting blouse. But none of that was of worry anymore. Even her fumbling acts were soothed by the gently touch to her nose by her mistress. Natsuki was pleased, she was participating in a small way and her lover was continuously surpassing expectations. Even she was shocked by how quickly the woman was learning. But this was not anything she had taught, she could not describe as anything besides natural instinct. She could not help but feel like there was so much more to learn about her lover. There were parts that were hidden even from her eyes.

Kanoe's eyes flicked up towards Natsuki at the mention of the paddle being first. It was the item she chose and her mistress claimed was heavy. But, like her lover, she was going to put her trust in Natsuki just as she did before this matter got out of hand. The being knew her tools well and knew just the right force to not cause harm. Claire will be safe though Kanoe found herself giving the woman a reassuring squeeze just in case.

The monster opened with letting Claire know that the first strike would be very hard. This would no doubt force the woman to tense up. A lesson she learned quickly. Kanoe would usually is very uptight and naturally tense found herself unable to sit in a chair for days after her first few lessons of spanking. Despite learning this, she found herself tensing as she could see out the corner of her eye the paddle rising up.

The loud slap of wood against soft flesh sent a shudder down her spine. Kanoe visibly flinched from the sound of the blow but did her best to not look worried. Her hand gripped tighter as she bowed her head slightly to Natsuki's request. "Yes, Miss Saika," she replied, "One." She continued to follow the count with each slap of the paddle until all thirty were swung.

She couldn’t fight back. She couldn’t do anything to protect her own criteria or Kanoe’s unless she obeyed. She had no choice in the matter and to be taken so lightly was a heavy blow to her diminished pride as a fighter. She couldn’t fight, right? What would become of her and Kanoe if she went to fighting Natsuki? She didn’t want to see Kanoe hurt because of her, that wouldn’t solve a single thing except make her feel lower then dirt for doing it.

But it hurt… it hurt so much to be this way. She accepted this quickly to ensure her place next to her lover, but what did this really mean? To be below her lover and to serve her by force was something that bothered her deeply, but could not be lingered over lest she felt it befitting to part ways with her sanity. But she could feel it deep down… her thoughts were changing and her mood was becoming softer… or perhaps not. She could hardly tell how she herself was feeling anymore. It didn’t matter apparently, telling Natsuki what she wanted to hear and to encourage Kanoe with empty words that seemed so full of emotion. Was she being empty to Kanoe? She was unsure but her thoughts were lingering over her less then fruitful attempt to remain strong for her lover. She had her mind and sanity still intact. Wasn’t that enough for the dark witch?

She hated this, how her mind would play tricks so suddenly upon her submissive will and make her doubt herself. She wanted to keep Kanoe safe, but why was it always Kanoe that needed to be safe? What about her? What about Clarice? What about keeping her protected to ensure she would not be left this way?

She felt betrayed many times. Kanoe’s echoes of love to the woman now readying to paddle her was something she wished she hadn’t thought up before. She could hardly stand this position. The heaving of air and her pressed chest, cupped with her bickering soul was enough to make her forget to even breathe when there was much need for such a vital component.

Even her thoughts could not be interrupted by Kanoe’s attempt to reconcile herself and squeezed her hand gently for reassurance. Natsuki’s words were heard and she readied herself for it. How one could ready themselves for a beat down was beyond her comprehension, but she did her best to do so. She could feel the shifting of her dress to her bare skin as Natsuki readied herself. Maybe Claire… was just waiting for Kanoe to do something? Maybe that was it. She was a patient woman and perhaps if she waited long enough, Kanoe would at least do something to protect her lover. She had seen Clarice; she knew she could take a beating. Is that what she was waiting for? Or was it just some excuse to be… just a door mat?

The first hit broke her from her thoughts, searing pain raced up her cheek and soaked into her very core. But she didn’t squeak or cry out. She hardly gave a notion to the pain except for a short hiss. It hurt beyond what she had imagined, but it’s as thought that she had a high tolerance for such belligerent strikes. Some times when a heart was broken it reforms a little crooked. Clarice was unsure how these events would turn out for her and Kanoe, but if it was like this then she could only expect their relationship wouldn’t be very straight. It already wasn’t…

Taking in a deep breath, her once saddened features turn stone like and her eyes narrow upon the floor. She would not let this happen. She just couldn’t lie down like a dog and wait for some harmonious scratch to come along. She had to be stern, she had to be strong… she may even have to be cold. Maybe… this was how it should be? Surely, Kanoe would not approve of it or Natsuki. Yes, they would most likely not approve of it.

“One,” she repeats vaguely close with Kanoe’s count, her voice unshaken and rather casual given her position. She had decided to count with Kanoe of all the hits and strikes she would receive upon Natsuki’s hand. She would show them both she was not just some rock to be rock for someone to sharpen themselves over. She wasn’t… she couldn’t be like this. It just wasn’t in her nature to be this way. This helpless feeling; it just has to go away.

The three held their resolve as they spoke out the number of each swing. Her lover had steeled herself away from the monster and even herself. Claire was before her yet not anymore as each number fell coldly from the woman's lips. Perhaps this was for the best. She did not deserve her lover, not after all that has happened. No matter how much the mystic tried to calm her and tell her to stay strong, she knew that she was being blamed for this. This was her fault. If it were not for her, her lover would still be free and not shackled to her and to this fate.

The thirty swings had passed and Kanoe squeezed her lover's hand gently. A weak gesture but it was the only thing she could do to show she was still here with the woman. But her mistress was not finished. This was only the beginning of Natsuki's little games.

A shiver ran down her spine as her cheeks faintly blushed at the mention of her breaking. Yes she cried and begged and so much more in hopes of being free. She knew such cries would goad her mistress to continue but everyone had their breaking point. The only relief she gave her lover for not telling her was to keep the woman from being present when it happened like she was now.

But Natsuki continued and mentioned cruel truths about herself to her lover. She was selfish. With the exception of a few encounters, she had only given herself up only so much for her lover while the woman gave up nearly everything for her. Tears ran down her cheeks as the being continued calmly explaining what was to happen this very day. No matter how long it would take, her lover was to break here and now.

She knew this was stupid and probably selfish. The witch knew there was nothing she could do to change what was going to happen but she had to do something. The first blow of many cracked against Claire's rear. Her hand squeezed tightly to her lover's as she cried out.

"Please stop this!" she sobbed, shocked by her own words, "I.. I don't want Claire to break... I... I know I am out of line, Miss Saika. But, she only does this for me. I do not deserve this from her. I am selfish and unable to protect my own lover. Please, let her go. Whatever it takes, even if it means I do not see her again. She should not be broken because of me. She should not have to suffer because she met me. I don't know what I can do for her anymore. Please, punish me and let her go."

Her body trembled with fear. This was fear that had long since drilled into the very core of her being. She could not stand up even if she wanted. The witch knew she just angered a lioness and knew a horrible fate may come to them both but she had to speak up. "I am sorry, Clarice," she stammered quickly, "I never wanted you to be my slave. I wanted to protect you but I just don't know how. Please Miss Saika, let my lover go. Make her forget this ever happened, make her forget me. Just do not break who this woman is."

The dark witch felt pathetic. She could not even raise her tear stained face to look at her mistress. Kanoe summoned what courage she had to look at her lover's face. She smiled weakly. She knew her lover would feel the fear radiating from her body but she could do nothing about that. Her only regret was she could not even come close to returning the love and strength this woman gave to her.

And so the paddle swung, without hesitation, without a step or beat off of its mark. On and on it hit until her pain receptors began to numb from the cooling sensation that lasted between paddles, confusing them and perhaps herself as to what was the paddle and what was the air. On her twentieth hit the motions seem to intertwine, becoming indistinguishable of what was pain and what was simple numbness.

The heart does heal crooked and cold after each hit it seemed. Clarice could feel the coldness inside of her grow as her outer body rose in temp from the strain of the pain. Whether it was a trance or brute determination to not let a beating render her will in shackles of helplessness and fear, Clarice fell silent from any stifles of pain. If she was one… a masochist, then whatever Natsuki beat her with would only bring some form pleasure instead of painful fear of being hit again.

The woman seemed to have hesitance in her body and lingered on what to do to Claire next. Then she began to speak… and let Clarice know of Kanoe’s past. She spoke of what her love for affection was in definitions and explanations. Natsuki seemed experienced with the love Claire wanted from Kanoe. But then she spoke of never having it except from the one who raised the paddle slowly once again. She could almost hiss in the intensity of her lower back being in such searing pain, but she resisted giving the woman what she wanted.

But then suddenly, Kanoe rang her disproval right as the paddle struck her stinging bottom. The outburst had broken her concentration and made her give a loud and distinct scream like yelp of a few seconds before putting full pressure on Natsuki as she tried to regain her composure and breath that was knocked out of her from her buttocks.
Kanoe cried and pleaded when Clarice could only see naïve and ignorant yelps of please that held very little meaning for the being that had struck her deeply. Natsuki had just finished speaking about breaking her until the end. Then Kanoe said to make her forget about her completely. So after all her efforts of giving up things for the woman, and giving up her freedom, Kanoe wanted Natsuki to make her forget it all, even the good things that came out of the relationship.

Maybe it was a raw nerve, more tender then her seething buttocks that had been struck or maybe it was the hurt of having Kanoe shed tears when after all, Natsuki made it clear there was no escape. Whatever the reason was, Claire saw red to Kanoe for the first time.

“SHUT UP! Just shut up, Kanoe! So help me if I was not in the position I’m in I’d put you over MYSELF!”

Her voice was high pitched, striking in her upraised anger that it even made her own ears ring from her pitch. But she was not through as her teeth bare in anger and betrayal for the woman’s ignorant pleas that would not doubt get her hurt unless she did the hurting emotionally herself.

“You think that by making me forget everything that will make it better?! That maybe my scars won’t hurt in the morning?! They will never stop hurting and then I would not even know why! I made these scars, Kanoe! They’re mine! Not yours! They’ll never be yours! I treasure them god damn it! You want me to forget you?! If you want that for me… THEN YOU DON’T KNOW ME ANYMORE!!!”

Her throat seared from her screaming, completely enveloped in rage she had nearly forgotten Natsuki was a mere few feet from her face. Whether her ears would be ringing or not was beside the point in Claire’s mind; she was absolutely angry.

“You put me in these positions, Kanoe… because you keep making it worse for the both of us. Just… stop it already… or… or… I won’t want to be your lover anymore.”

Her voice had groan hoarse, but yet surprisingly she was not shedding any tears. It hurt her to put their love in jeopardy with words, but the constant pleas from Kanoe had pushed her far passed her limit of sanity. She was supposed to be strong for the two… she couldn’t if Kanoe made it so she couldn’t protect her either.

“I-I can’t keep doing this… you’re... breaking a promise that you would be with me… how can you be with me if I don’t remember you anymore? Do… you really want me gone like that?”

Claire looked ready to pass out with the position she was in. Her lgiht-headedness only amplified when she screamed. If it wasn't for the room spinning, she would've tried to get up and maybe even slap the woman to bring back some sense to her crying lvoer.

It was Kanoe's first time as well to be truly angry with her lover. Make things worse? That was already done the moment Claire decided to throw herself into danger. And what for? For her sake? The woman sacrificing her freedom did absolutely nothing but worsen her own situation. They were closer together only physically now. Beyond the secrets and deception, Claire felt further apart from her than ever. The dark witch did not want this woman hurt and broken down like this. Why was she not allowed to sacrifice for her own lover? This restriction only made her seem even more selfish.

The witch glared at Clarice. Natsuki may not notice it but the mystic would obviously feel her anger to the point that her mana was flaring about her and perhaps even causing the shadows in the room to quiver. She wanted to lash back at this foolish woman but it was her mistress who decided to step in between them.

Miss Saika's voice was calm. Despite the cool tone in her mistress's voice, Kanoe shivered and lowered her gaze. She just had an outburst before her owner. Her heart pounded hard in her chest as she was a bad girl as Natsuki would call it. She knew she should be punished but her mistress instead focused on picking their words apart. Claire proved how she cherished the pains and wounds she had suffered. Their mistress aimed to teach and educate the both of them about things they did not even consider about themselves.

Natsuki's commanding tone sent a jolt through her body. Kanoe had long since been trained to obey whatever the woman wished of her when that tone was used. Her attention became completely focused on every word her mistress spoke, waiting for the command she was to follow. It felt strange that neither of them were being punished but rather the woman seemed to be trying to help them stay together. Did they really know so little about each other and themselves that a monster had to tell them who they really are? Fingers clenched her dress as she felt truly pathetic.

The order to apologize came and the witch would have complied with it even without the order. She felt horrible for not knowing her lover as much as she should. Tears still wet her eyes as she rose to her feet and gazed into her lover's eyes. "I'm.. I'm sorry Claire," she said softly, "I'm sorry I lost it like I did. I.. I should have considered how you would have felt if I made you forget about me... I'm sorry.." Tears ran down her cheeks. Her gaze lowered once more, she was sorry for many things. She thought this was all her fault that her lover was like this and now there was nothing she could do to change that.

Different circumstances made different reactions. To both Kanoe and Clarice, Natsuki’s reaction to their constant arguing had made both heads turn in a complete whirl of bewilderment and shock. But as for the blonde mystic, she was for the first time very silent, perhaps dumbfounded with words as Natsuki seemed to fully understand what she was doing before she even knew it. It frightened her to think this woman knew her better then Kanoe or herself for that matter.

She was beginning to feel the effects of her outburst slowly take a toll on her tired body. The want to breathe fully had finally faded and she was sure she would pass out at any time, but simply waited for it as to not anger this woman she was hung over. But it seemed this powerful being had other ideas of where she would be and lifted her up almost instantly after she felt the woman’s finger’s run over her braid. The immediate dizziness was only a few seconds late to catch Natsuki off guard as the woman held her steady while Claire began to get back her bearings. Sitting in the woman’s lap made her feel vulnerable, but it also made her flinch up for a few moments as to the stinging sensation of her butt began to burn for her attention. She was panicked inside, unsure of what the powerful woman might do with her position like this. It wasn’t until she decided to seek out a hot spot of hers that any true sound came from her mouth.

It was a light and surprised gasp first as the woman teased her with words and her tongue, licking and nibbling on her ear lobe that made her almost squirm in Natsuki’s lap. But she heard every word despite the being’s incessant want to make her writhe about like fighting prey. Of course she felt horrible of screaming and yelling at the woman. But it did her little good to feel such shame of it now that her mistress had decided to speak out of her true feelings. It was embarrassing to have someone else talk of her feelings, but the paling of her skin was just the beginning.

Her bottom no doubt had some significant welts on the tender skin that the slightest movement caused some stinging pain. And yet she found herself not truly worried of it and perhaps even interested of how badly she had been paddled. The thoughts showed themselves as she looked down with a blush. She was a masochist and should accept it, but it seemed so horrifying to do so. And she was also unsure of her own submission. She had always thought of herself as a strong willed woman and she keeps hearing these wonderful, flattering words of how compliant she is. It hurt, but not nearly as much if she decided to be rebellious for her own simply sake.

The sudden push up to her feet made her stumble a few steps as she felt the true jelliness her legs had from falling asleep where she was in her paddling position. Trying to stay with composure was hard enough, but having slight dizziness made her have to take a moment to catch her breath. She would’ve apologized even without the command, but the command gave her some reason to be sorry at this very moment. Kanoe was the first to speak, walking up to her and giving her a teary eyed look that almost made her begins to cry again. She knew Kanoe was sincere despite the order and seemed to once again be blaming herself for it.

She simply raises a hand for the woman to stop her apology, holding her head with the other as she tries to regain some clarity in her mind. “I’m sorry… for shouting and yelling at you like I did. I shouldn’t do that when… when you’re…” she trails off, trying to find the words to fully express her sincere apology.

“I think I understand… why you feel so horrible about this now, Kanoe. I’ve sacrificed my body, my mind some times… and my freedom in order to feel validated to have you and your love… but you feel bad because… you’ve never really had to sacrifice much for me have you? And it hurts you because of that?”

Taking the first few wobbly steps, she embraced the woman she had moments ago yelled at, letting her tears fall as she runs a hand over the woman’s hair to try and soothe the dark witches’ grief.

“You never understood why I do the things I do… but Miss Saika is right. I do this mostly because of my own mistakes… my own fault. This was my fault for challenging our mistress as I did, knowing full well I would be beaten and yet I still… tried it any ways. That was my fault and I deserve to be like this because of it. It’s not your fault, Kanoe… it never will be no matter how you look at it. Let me atone for my mistakes and then… then you can atone for your own so that you know you’re not truly selfish as you seem to be. I’m sorry for never letting you understand your mistakes and letting the consequences fall on you for what you did wrong. No matter what, I will not change in that sense. I will always love you for who you are. You’ll get your chance to treasure pains you’ve received for this relationship if you really want to still be with me. But please… please stop feeling like this is your fault… it’s not even close to yours. I just have to remember you’re a big girl and you can take care of yourself. I know you can take care of yourself… but please tell me… please tell me you still want me around despite the fact you don’t really need me.”

"Don't say such foolish things, Claire," she replied quickly, "You know I will always need you. I wouldn't be doing such foolish things if I did not care or need you." The witch smiled faintly and wiped her eyes. It still hurt and she knew it would still pain her for some time as they endure this transition to their new roles. But at least her lover understood how she felt even if it was a monster that was guiding them both back together.

Their mistress was done waiting on them both and gave further orders for the both of them. Kanoe knew she could delay no longer and simply gave a small nod before letting go of Claire and returning to Natsuki's side. The mention of it being her turn to issue the spankings made her stop and blush. She gazed at the brush hovering before her for a few moments before taking it. The dark witch gave her mistress a polite bow, keeping her eyes lowered as she spoke. "If it pleases you, Miss Saika," she replied softly, "I am rather... inexperienced in such acts and do hope you will guide me as you have guided me in the past. But... I also have wronged you with my prior outburst and am currently a... bad girl and need to be punished as well."

Despite her reasons, she did moved to Natsuki's side so there would be no confusion on which way Claire should be facing when the mystic moves back to her previous position over the monster's lap. Kanoe took a deep breath as she tried to compose herself. She could not help but feel disappointed on how all the teachings and discipline she gained were all lost so quickly. But the witch folded her her hands infront of her and stood up straight as she waited for her lover to join them.

The witch could see the faint blush in her mistress's cheeks. A year under this woman's control, she knew the signs that Natsuki was eager and aroused. Beyond that though, she could only guess what the monster was thinking of doing to them next.

She had not very much paid attention to her own wardrobe but it was a matter of time before she finally realized her petite bottom was blushing before Natsuki. But she had held off on such trivial things before she finally had to let Kanoe go to Natsuki’s side. She was certainly reluctant, having only just made up with the woman a few seconds ago and to have to let her go so soon almost made her sad in itself.

But she did so, blushing madly as she brought her panties back up, a soft hissing escaped her lips as the cooled fabric caressed such tender skin, but it was momentary pain as her bottom grew used to it. She could only nod to the woman’s wants, unsure if whether she truly had much opinion in the matter and walked back over to where Kanoe and their mistress were. It was a matter of sheer will to bring herself closer to the powerful being, the added pressure to her chest seemed to make her assume that Natsuki was indeed excited to continue. Though she can’t truly read beings other then humans at the moment, she could see Kanoe’s shuffling next to her as one of anxiousness and nervousness.

She found herself in motion before taking a quicker position over Natsuki now that she had learned how to exactly do so before. She was saddened at the fact her lungs would strain again, but she doubted the powerful woman would let any real damage take place. There was little comfort in those thoughts, however.

She bluntly looks back up to find Kanoe mere inches from her own face and smiles sadly because of the woman’s continued sullen mood that heaved heavily over her strained chest because of empathy. She reaches a hand out to cup the woman’s cheek before letting it slide very gently to holding Kanoe’s free hand as the woman tries to gain some leverage in making her breathing patterns more at ease.

“Kanoe… don’t think of this as simple punishment for you and I… but maybe as something to play around with each other,” she spoke softly, blushing quite madly as she did, but whether it was from what she had spoken or her current position was left for any to decide, “You and I will be alright after this… so don’t think too much of it.” She gave the woman a reassuring squeeze to let her know she still cared and that this wasn’t all because of Natsuki’s orders. Things were going to be difficult, but she found she and Kanoe always bounced back after such problems. Surely this won’t be any different… surely…

Confusion seemed to be coming from both servants. Kanoe did not see the spanking as a punishment but rather a reward or at least that was what she thought Natsuki considered it as. A bad girl should not be rewarded hence her hesitation. Of course she did not realize the floating brush was not meant for her. But then again how could she see it as anything else when it floats right before her?

She may not be aware of what she was doing wrong but she knew as a servant she was failing in some way. With her life bonded to this monster, Kanoe always sought to remain on Natsuki's good side. She feared the punishment that would come to her but at the same time she looked forward to it. The witch was not a masochist or at least does not consider herself one. Being punished by her mistress was a way to clean herself of her mistakes and sins. Her mistress always punished harshly but afterwards the woman seemed to forget the matter and moves on. The moving on with a clean slate was what she wished for. She did not want any lingering anger directed at her or her lover.

Kanoe shivered as her mistress moaned out loud to the feel of Claire's body. She could only wonder what that woman felt during events such at these. Her curiosity was immediately cut off upon hearing Natsuki's words. The brush in her hand shivered as she bit her lip. The tone and the way the woman spoke revealed she probably should not have taken the brush. Fear crept up her spine and she resisted the urge to immediately beg for forgiveness. No, she will be punished later and she will focus on learning her lessons so they could all move on. For now, she had the brush in hand so it was her responsibility to spank her lover.

After hearing all of the woman's directions, she nodded and released Claire's hand. "Yes, Miss Saika," she replied softly. The witch circled to the side of her lover's panty covered bottom. She went over the directions over and over to ensure she would do her task well. She knew she would have to straighten up her act now that she was to teach another how to properly serve Miss Saika. The whole matter has knocked Kanoe off balanced and making her forget the various teachings of her mistress.

Taking a slow breath to calm herself, the witch brought her hand back. She forced herself to watch and not shut her eyes as she brought the back of the brush over, smacking up against the bottom part of Claire's shapely rear. Her insides shivered at the cries she knew her lover would make and the stings of pain and delight the spines of the brush would bring when she turned it around and stroked the bristles lenghtwise across the strucked area. Kanoe started slow, getting the feel of the motions as she continued to spank and stroke the brush across her lover's rear.

It was enough to send Claire’s head fluttering with light-headedness. Things never did prove themselves simple enough where she could just receive her spanking and perhaps be done with appropriately. Whether it was the sadistic side of Natsuki to exploit and see how far her masochism was at this point or for simple pleasantries of showing Claire her place, the blonde was not given such kindness and would therefore have a hard time accepting the anticipation of a prolonged punishment that would come.

The powerful woman wanted her to struggle as she pressed down enough to make the woman on her lap feel the pulsing member beat into her stomach a little more then she liked. If it wasn’t for the fact she had seen the woman’s cock before, she could almost be frightened enough to believe she would perhaps be impaled by the throbbing member as if it were a knife. The pressing continued until Claire couldn’t help but squirm and turn her head with a flushed face to the woman, silently wondering why the woman was trying and succeeding in throwing her off balance with lewd moans and actions. It was enough to make her lip quiver before she turned away; flinching as the woman pulled her panties down, causing a loud hiss of pain as she dragged the elastic band over burning flesh. Followed by a soft groan, she nodded frantically as she looked forward to let the being know she understood what she would need to do next time.

And as if it wasn’t a bit flustering enough for all the actions being taken, Kanoe would be paddling her for a while. Though at one moment it made her wonder of the excitement she felt of having her lover do something so domineering like, it also made her quiver at the fact her lover would be doing some pain to her once more. She was unsure she could handle having Kanoe do this so soon without preparing herself, but she had little choice but to accept it as her lover came to the back of her rear to administer the spanking. Biting her lip, she tried not tense for fear of causing even more pain to herself; she couldn’t help but writhe a little on Natsuki’s lap, trying to hear of some warning that would come.

She didn’t receive much as she felt the un-wavered and merciless smack to her still searing buttocks. The reaction was pronounced as she cries out in slight pain, feeling the double searing battle over one another to see which was more searing. She was given little chance to recover as Kanoe drags the bristles over the inflicted area. To Clarice, it felt like dull toothpicks making one’s gums bleed from trying to pick food out too hard. It didn’t hurt too much unless one actually saw in the mirror what damage had been done. Though Kanoe’s pace was slow, the bristles didn’t linger over the area for too long until the smack came and after that she was greeted with the bristles again. Natsuki’s explanation of how she would feel wasn’t exactly true at the moment, but it certainly made her inside tingle as receptors pulsed with information to her brain. Even her womanhood was tingling, but she was unsure if it was because of the spanking or her pain receptors going off like dozens of guns. She could only hope the being she was laying across would not ‘demonstrate’ too much on the right technique or she was sure she wouldn’t be able to sit for hours.