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Justine takes an all too common approach to her impending punishment: she proclaims her complete responsibility for her misbehavior. An old trick, she figures her master will favor her honesty and will go easy on her. Well, after a few flat-handed strokes, Master Len has disabused Justine of that idea. Then the hairbrush comes out, and we can sense the fear in Justine's voice as her slim bottom is reddened. It's not over for the thoughtless bitch. The belt is brought out. I like the way Master Len exposes Justine's rosebud. Of course she tries to distract him by winking her brown eye, tempting her master with the promise of buggery. Of course it doesn't work, and a moderate belting is laid on. I love the transformation that comes over the naughty lass. She started out just a little too cocky. But after her whipping she's sobbing and contrite. Master Len is so comforting and nice, isn't he? He made his girl scream and sob, but hugged her sweetly and forgave her eventually. He does caution her however. He makes it clear with the last stroke of the belt, that next time he won't be so kind.
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