She knew she was in for a night of discipline her backside already aching with dread. Her stare held a mix of apprehension and excitement as the first thud echoed through the room. Each impact brought a shudder a clear lesson of her naughtiness. The heat spread across her cheeks a fiery blush painting her skin. Before long the patterns began to emerge a testament to the firm hand that guided her. She mused about the force of the next hand. Her thoughts drifted to the release that came with this extreme experience. The sound of the slaps filled the air a hypnotic tempo. A small moan escaped her lips a mixture of pain and sensation. The punishment intensified her body shaking with each stroke. She concentrated on the sensation letting it engulf her consciousness. Then a different sensation a palpable humiliation a new level of pleasure. Her hands were bound now restricting her struggle. The hand was firm and relentless delivering powerful strokes. She knew this was for her true benefit. The fresh model Lenka watched her turn approaching. Finally a release of sensation washing over her. A special hundredth spanking a milestone of pleasure. The ordeal was burned into her memory a reminder she wouldn't soon forget. The lingering sensation a intoxicating ache.