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You unbuckle your belt, the sound of the metal clinking against itself echoing in the room. Tammy's eyes light up with excitement as she watches you wrap the leather strap around your hand, the anticipation building in the air. Sophie, on the other hand, looks terrified, her big bubble butt trembling slightly as she glances over her shoulder at the belt. Your mom, still bent over the table, doesn't say a word, but you can sense her eyes on you, waiting to see how you'll proceed.

"You think Sophie's ass deserves something more serious, huh?" you say, smirking at Tammy as you gesture the belt in Sophie's direction. Tammy nods enthusiastically, her grin widening as she steps back to give you more room. Sophie lets out a nervous whimper, her hands tightening on the edge of the table. "Well, I guess it's only fair that we give her what she deserves," you continue, your voice steady and firm. You raise the belt, the leather cracking slightly as it slices through the air before making contact with Sophie's bubble butt.

Sophie yelps in surprise, her body jerking forward with the impact. The belt leaves a deep red stripe across her cheeks, and you can see the outline of the leather imprinted on her skin. Tammy gasps, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and arousal. "Again!" she urges, her voice barely above a whisper but filled with excitement. You oblige, bringing the belt down once more. Sophie cries out louder this time, her hands flying to her ass to rub the sore spot, but you quickly grab her wrists, holding them in place behind her back. "No touching," you remind her firmly, your authority unwavering. "You're going to take this like the naughty girl you are."

Sophie's yelp echoed through the room as the belt cracked against her skin once more, the sound sharp and intense. Her hands, still clutched behind her back, trembled with the urge to reach back and soothe the burning pain, but she knew better than to defy your orders. Tammy watched with wide eyes, her excitement palpable as she bit her lip, clearly aroused by the spectacle. Your mom remained bent over, her expression unreadable, but you could sense a mix of embarrassment and something else—perhaps a twisted form of pride in how well you were handling your new responsibility.

"You're taking it like a good girl, Sophie," you said, your voice firm but with a hint of amusement. You raised the belt again, and Sophie flinched, her breath catching in her throat. The leather strap came down, leaving another deep red mark across her cheeks. This time, Sophie let out a louder cry, her body shuddering with the impact. Tammy stepped closer, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous light. "More," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "She can take more."

You obliged, bringing the belt down once more, the crack echoing through the room. Sophie's cry turned into a sob, her shoulders shaking as she struggled to maintain her position. Your mom shifted slightly, her eyes darting towards Sophie with a flicker of concern, but she said nothing. Tammy, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying herself immensely, her grin widening as she watched the scene unfold. "You're doing great," she encouraged, her voice filled with genuine admiration. "Show her who's in charge."