Not at first

The older girl looks on with anguish while you take her lover's paddle, selected by immigration staff upon their arrival into the country as the implement likely to cause the most pain with the least damage to her sensitive flesh, running the rounded tip up her bare thigh, over her shorts and naked waist and ochre-clad ribs to her armpit, then back down her small but shapely boobs, concave belly button and khaki covered crotch. Himari winces and grits her teeth; even this light pressure on top of the welts and bruises from her assessment is little short of agony for the submissive youngster.

"Touch your toes," you order, having reached a decision. Getting her naked can wait and three hundred swats (plus goodness knows how many extras) will require every inch of her body anyway, but there's no rush. Starting off with the areas already uncovered will give the couple time to think about how much worse it's going to get before the end.

Himari complies with a groan, lustrous hair falling to the ground as fingertips brush white thick-soled trainers. You're surprised she's not more flexible, but decide her stiffness is probably due to the recent assessment, rather than lack of conditioning. If she were a student, you'd be having her touch the floor between her toes and she'd be wearing heels, too, to increase the acuteness of her bend, but it'll do for now. At least she's keeping her legs straight, not bending at the knees.

"If your fingers leave your toes, I repeat the swat," you warn and she pushes herself a little bit further to ensure a good contact. "Ask me politely to begin, when you're ready, then thank me after each one, count it and beg for the next."

Yuina gasps and speaks diffidently. "Please, er, sir, Himari is not, er, speaking, er, good English, er. She is not, er, counting, er, to three hundred, er."

"I'm sure she'll manage," you reply, "and if not, I'll just keep paddling her until she works it out."

The young lover starts to sob, which doesn't make it any easier for her to speak your language intelligibly, but she manages to **** out three brief words, interspersed with meaningless vocalizations: "Please, er, spank, er, me." It's not much, but a reasonable effort, you suppose.

The black paddle is thin and narrow, seeming to be made of some sort of stained plywood and the surface is smooth, which your experience has taught you is a sign the the bearer's skin is very sensitive. If it were more resilient, then a perforated paddle would have been selected to cause more pain per swat, but this one will allow more spanks before it abrades the target area too severely to continue. The light weight and narrow shape increase the impact speed, resulting in greater and sharper pain with less effort, which is good news for you with three hundred to give.

You smack the unyielding rectangle viciously across the tops of its owner's thighs, just below the hem of her shorts and she screams in agony, muscles tensing throughout her delightful body. Before she can recover enough to speak, you interrupt.

"I don't expect you to remain silent, but please be mindful of other people and try not to shriek loudly enough to hurt eardrums."

"Sorry, er, sir," she replies, tearfully. "Thank, er, you, one, please spank, er, me."

You whack her again in the same spot and her response is a piteous whimper and another barely adequate count. The third leaves her quivering and weeping hard, straining to stay in position and escape extra trauma. You decide to give her a momentary respite to avoid breaking her too early and emphasize her girlfriend's responsibility for her current plight.

"That would normally be a sufficient punishment, but the situation with your companion means you have another two hundred and ninety seven swats to go." You're lining up the paddle for the fourth, when Yuina speaks.

"Please, er, sir, I would like, er, to be punish, er, also, if it is, er, still possible."

You wonder what prompted her change of heart. Is it guilt, or did your recent words make her think that volunteering would result in a mere token spanking? If the latter, she's sadly mistaken.

"Let me make sure I'm understanding you, Yuina," you respond, leaving her paramour touching her toes and waiting for the next blow. "Are you asking for a single punishment for your misbehaviour today, or are you willing to accept the ongoing discipline that you're lacking due to growing up in a country where young women don't get the spanking they need to mature responsibly?"

You don't know whether she comprehends every nuance of your question, but from the conflicted look on her beauteous face, you think she realizes that only one answer will spare her lover the terrible beating you've promised her.

"I, er, would like, er, to…" She gulps, nervously, before continuing. "…be disciplined long, er, term, er."

"Excellent! We'll finish up here, then you can come back to my room and I'll give you a little mini-assessment to find an appropriate implement for you to carry for the rest of your holiday." She looks decidedly unhappy at this, but brightens up a little when you tell her that it means you won't need to be quite so harsh with Himari.