What is the punishment?

Lorelei's bumhole is strapped

Julia circles behind the skinny nineteen year old like a predator stalking its prey and you join her.

"Whilst it's gratifying to see that your anus has been the subject of significant chastisement, I don't really think it needs to be constantly on display like this."

Immediately, Lorelei's cheeks, which had been parted just enough to see her welted and bruised arsehole peeking in between, snap together, giving a slightly less obscene but equally stimulating view.

"Much better," the Tutor for Women continues, "but just now I'm going to need them spread again. Lie on your back, legs over your head."

It is almost a relief to the blushing girl to be able to get off her feet and she responds with alacrity, leaving herself completely open and exposed to the punishment she must suspect is coming.

Julia pulls her shiny patent leather belt from its loops and triples it over in her hand, so that the tongue and a loop of material will provide the impact. She taps the loose end between her subject's well-whipped buttocks and Lorelei responds immediately with the expected phrase:

"Please may I be strapped for showing off my bumhole, Dr. Morgan."

"Yes, just three," she replies, bringing the belt back over her shoulder and snapping it down over the offending area with an audible crack.

"Ah!" The young woman quivers as the pain shoots through her. "One, thank-you, Dr. Morgan. Please may I be strapped again."

The attractive disciplinarian obliges and your student thanks her again. Quite a crowd has gathered, but unfortunately they're not being treated to as interesting a spectacle as they might have been yesterday, since Lorelei's inner slopes are already mottled purple and black from previous thrashings, denying her spectators the chance to see her intimate parts changing colours from untouched pink to fiery red and beyond. They don't seem too disappointed, though.

The auburn-haired hottie takes the final lash with aplomb, thanking her chastiser profusely and promising to be more demure in future. When Dr. Morgan gives her permission to rise, she does so at once, struggling back to her feet with eyes clouded by tears, but not quite sobbing, despite the recent discomfort.

Julia returns her belt to its loops thoughtfully, considering her next course of action.