Yes, this is nothing.

“Hmpf.” You give a contemptuous grunt at the sentence of another dozen spankings. The strap does sting, but you have felt much worse.

“One.” The apothecary begins again as the strap returns to punishing your ass. You take all twelve stoically, only moving your rear a bit as you give out a barely audible sigh with the harsher strikes.

With the final spank you are pleased to see a frown on the judge and his redhead companion. You can’t help yourself as you mouth the word “bitch” to the dressed up hussy, arrogantly claiming a small victory.

“Another twelve the whipmaster asks?”

“No.” The apothecary responds. “Let’s move to the next level.”