At least six swats for Himari and twelve for Yuina

"Would I be right in thinking, girls, that Yuina bears the greater responsibility for your transgression, today?" You ask them the question as though their opinion matters 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 a dozen swats, whilst six 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 start with Himari, first," you say, brightly, holding your hand out for her paddle.

The older girl looks on with anguish while you take her lover's implement, selected by immigration staff upon their arrival into the country as the one likely to cause the most pain with the least damage to her sensitive flesh, running the rounded tip up her bare thigh, hip and ribs to her armpit, then back down over her small but shapely boobs, concave belly button and hairless 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. The traditional poses are often the best.

Himari complies with a groan, lustrous hair falling to the ground as fingertips brush varnished toenails. 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 remind her 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. May I count, er, for her, please, 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 gives a whimper at that, 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. Unfortunately, its owner's rump is so heavily battered by previous punishments that you doubt it will remain undamaged by your vigorous application of even a mere six thwacks.

With the bum unavailable, you consider alternative targets and quickly alight on one. You raise the unyielding rectangle and smack it viciously across the tops of its owner's thighs, just below the bottom of her buttocks and she screams in agony, muscles tensing throughout her delightful body. Before she can recover enough to speak, you interrupt.

"I warned you that I would add extras if you screamed. Please be mindful of others' 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 tears starting to flow 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.

"Three swats would normally be sufficient for your offence," you say, "but since you're only spending a few weeks in our splendid country, we need to compress a lifetime of spanking into the time available. The fact that you've already earned yourself and your companion an extra shows that I was right to be stricter with you than I would be with a local."

She continues to sob while you speak, but the break has helped her recover her composure a little, 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 and face you, she's relieved, as though forgetting you owe her one more, despite the fact you just reminded her. 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."

That response raises an eyebrow and you wonder briefly whether Himari understands what's going on after all, since she apparently lost track of how many swats she's getting twice in two smacks. Still, you give her the benefit of the doubt and assume she's just unused to the etiquette of institutional chastisement.

"That's enough with the paddle," you explain, calmly. "I'll deal with your whipping later."

You leave the younger beauty crying and turn to her girlfriend, who looks like she's on the verge of total panic. You 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 thirteen swats you've promised and as you take aim, she politely asks you to begin.

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

"Twelve, Yuina?"

The Asian beauty is silent for a moment and you wonder whether both are confused by the notion of extras, but then the penny drops and she corrects herself.

"Oh! Thirteen, er, sir, please may I be spank, er, thirteen, er, time."

You allow the implement to rest heavily on her cheeks for a moment, making her wait with increasing agitation. Technically, you only said errors in thanking you would mean additional blows, not mistakes in the request to start, so for once you're merciful and keep the total at thirteen. That's as far as your mercy goes, however.

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.