Keiko writhed and squirmed on her lap, but Vanessa continued the relentless assault on her rear end, pausing only to let the tingle settle in her palm. Her ass was now glowing a light red, as were the tops of her thighs where the skin was the tenderest. The whimpers and cries gave way to struggling sounds and attempts to articulate through cloth and tape.<br/><br/>“I can’t hear you, Miss Watanabe,” Vanessa sang over the spanking. “You have to speak nice and clear! ‘I’m sorry for swearing, Miss Bell. Please forgive me.’”<br/><br/>She smiled politely at Michael, still bound to the stool in front of her as her hand made the perpetual circular motion of the spanking. Each strike sent her pert bare breasts jiggling and her hair waving. After every dozen or so spanks, she would inspect her work by running her hand over Keiko’s hot ass, ensuring an even coat of red and a bit of relief before the pain began again.