Return the Favor

Aiko was overcome by genuine fear now. Her bra and panties were one thing, but she wasn’t about to show her goods to anyone, especially Roxanne. She searched for a solution, but there was nothing. No items were within reach, and her attempts at removing the glue by **** had failed.

Maybe if she just stayed here and refused to move, Roxanne would get bored and free her?

Meanwhile, Roxanne had gone back downstairs. The minutes passed like an eternity, and Aiko actively considered abandoning her bra and running. If she could find a bedroom, she might find some clothes to cover herself for the journey home, figuring that Roxanne would have hidden hers far away.

Before she could decide, she heard Roxanne’s boots thundering up the stairs again for her next round of torment.

“You’re still here? I thought you would have run away by now.”

“Come on. Just let me go. I’m not going to give you my bra.”

“Well, that’s good.” The sarcasm dripped from her mouth before her voice became deadly serious. “But I see you’ve got some nice little cheeks there. I’ve still got something I need to give to you?”

“Huh?”

A bolt of lightning cracked through the house. Aiko’s mouth made an ‘o’ shape as the pain rippled through her behind from Roxanne’s belt. The pain was unimaginable without some cushioning for her ass.

“Remember this?” Roxanne hissed.

Aiko tried to grit her teeth to not give her the satisfaction, but the scream escaped between them regardless. Tears came to her eyes as the pain was already unbearable after two strikes. She dreaded to think about what the marks on her ass would look like after this.

There was a pause, and the belt swished through the air before coming into contact in the same spot as the first. Her ass burned. This was the worst pain she’d ever experienced. Even her own father hadn’t whipped her bare-assed.

“No more. No more.” Aiko **** herself to her knees. “Stop it.”