<span style="color: indigo">"Thank you Master, I do try to please you."</span>She was said honestly but without enthusiasm. She dreaded what was coming but the blissful distraction of him toying with her tenser flesh could not be ignored. The distraction was perfect and she did not notice what was about to happen until the hand closed around her throat. Her eyes opened wide and she let out a strangled little squeak before she was flung toward the foot of the tub. Her knees hit painfully against the inside edge and her hands flailed to try to break her fall. The feeling of his hands taking a strong grip of her thighs and stopping her just short a smashing her pretty face against the floor made her whimper. She was now bent over the edge of the tub, her arms bracing on the floor next to the tub, with her firm, reddened ass thrust up to her Master. It was a shameful position, or would have been if she had any shame left.<br/><br/>She knew what was going to happen but it still did not prepare her. The impact of his hand against the dripping flesh of her backside felt like he was flaying the flesh from her bones. Her body surged, desperate to escape when his hand rose up again. Even before she was given permission to scream she was with tears streaming down her face. The paddle's previous work only served to make each smack hurt all the more. She stopped counting the blows at ten, realizing that it did not matter. Everything up until now had only reddened her flesh. It was to leave a lasting sting to remind her of her failings. This was different. This had to look horrible. He would keep striking her until the flesh was battered and bruised, black and blue as he had said. Something donned on her between pitiful pleas for mercy. Her father would have to see her backside for this to work and she realized that she would have to endure that shame as well. Before he was done, she clung weakly to the edge of the tub, sobbing brokenly and feeling faint.<span style="color: indigo"> "A-are you pleased Master?" </span>She hiccupped between sobs when the deluge of abuse finally ceased.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>