At least ten for Himari and thirty for Yuina

Now you have what you want, you tell the submissive she can stand upright for the moment, which she does speedily, if a bit stiffly. Secretly, you're quite relieved to be able to cut the chastisement down significantly and looking forward to what follows, so without further delay you order the pair to disrobe. They both look at you blankly, so you rephrase.

"Strip completely naked and put your clothes in neat piles on top of your shoes, up against the wall." Since neither is wearing what you consider suitable footwear, having them both barefoot is the next best thing.

Himari glances nervously at her mistress, perhaps concerned how she'll cope with being on the other side of the paddle, but she's used to stripping for a spanking and gets on with it. Yuina, meanwhile, looks positively panicked, but she nevertheless complies, hands shaking while she clumsily divests herself of her clothing. She takes much longer to finish and you pass the time inspecting her lover's nude form. She stands to attention, eyes downcast, obviously accustomed to being on display for a disciplinarian, so nothing is hidden from your gaze. The assessors at the airport did a very thorough job and there's not an inch below her neck that doesn't bear the marks of recent, heavy chastisement, the three stripes you administered earlier barely showing against the existing bruising. Eventually, her girlfriend joins her, awkwardly imitating her submissive stance.

"Would I be right in thinking, girls, that Yuina bears the greater responsibility for your transgression, today?" You continue once they're ready and after a moment of silence, they both agree enthusiastically, although you're not sure whether they're just giving the response they think you want to hear. In Himari's case in particular, she might not be following everything you're saying, but you hope she at least understands the gist.

"Also, she wasn't exactly quick off the mark in accepting that responsibility and took her time removing her clothes." The woman in question lowers her head even more, which you hope demonstrates the start of her contrition. You go on: "Therefore, I think it is only reasonable that she receive thirty swats, whilst a further seven should suffice for Himari." Both girls nod in agreement, although you can tell from the increase in the rate of Yuina's breathing that she's worried by your sentence. Unfortunately, you have one more condition to impart.

"If either of you earn any extras by screaming out or not thanking me properly or moving around, you'll both get them on top of the number I've specified." Now there is an audible gasp from the elder, but no reaction from her lover. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, er, sir," the dominant visitor replies, followed a moment later by her girlfriend.

"In that case, I'll finish with Himari, first," you say, brightly, before telling her to return to her position. Since you intend to give the remaining seven swats on her thighs, disrobing may not have been necessary, strictly speaking, but you suspect her companion may be earning her some extras, so it's a prudent precaution. Besides, she's lovely to look at.

The break has helped her recover her composure, so she manages to thank you satisfactorily through the three swats to the bottom of her thighs, which leave her bawling, but not hysterical. When you tell her to rise once more, she's relieved, but when you indicate your intention to continue with the fronts of her slender legs, her tears redouble. Yuina looks increasingly apprehensive when you glance over, either due to worry for her girlfriend or concern over her own ability to endure a substantially harder paddling.

Around you, nobody pays much attention to the two naked lovelies. Even the tourists who've come to see the famed university discipline in action are more interested in the students than the two fine examples of womanhood standing in front of you.

"Keep your hands flat by your sides," you warn Himari, using the end of the paddle to emphasize your words, then you tap it twice on your chosen target area and, bending your knees, give her a smart rap horizontally across both thighs.

"Ah! Ohhh!" She moans in anguish, stifling the urge to scream, before sobbing out "thank, er, you, seven. Please spank, er, me, more, sir."

You oblige, working over a region already corded with welts from something like a whip or thick cord. Himari somehow manages to keep herself under control until you reach ten, but then it's her girlfriend's turn and she looks like she's on the verge of total panic.

"Well done, girl," you give praise where it's deserved. "I'll deal with your whipping later."

You leave the younger beauty crying and tell the dominant to touch her toes. She's already seen this position demonstrated, so it oughtn't come as a surprise and indeed, she manages more elegantly than her lover, giving you a wonderful view of a peachy and very inviting bum. Since she hasn't had any punishments to wear out her bottom, there's no reason to avoid her juicy rump for at least some of the thirty swats you've promised and as you take aim, she politely asks you to begin.

"Please may I be spank, er, thirty, er, time, sir."

Raising the paddle high, you slam it down hard, right at the bottom of her buttocks, near the thighs. She wails, her whole body tensing as if to bolt and it's only at the last moment that she manages to control herself so she neither cries out too loudly nor takes her fingers off her toes. She gabbles out her thanks, perhaps worried about getting a repeat if she takes too long, then slumps back down, pushing her hands down on top of her feet in an effort to stay still through the rest of her chastisement.