Anouk stood ramrod straight, hair falling down her back, a little rough and tumbled from Tyra's usual wake-up call, but that was a distant, yet pleasant memory she was entirely focused on the here and now which was the punishment of this slave. She remembered almost begging to her father for someone to practice on, he had only smiled and soon she had found Alaya strapped to Tyra's table. Alaya must have done something to offend or she wouldn't be here and Anouk wanted to be sure that she made her father proud by not being lenient on her.<br/><br/>Her hand tightened slightly on the paddle, a reflex as Tyra held lightly to her wrist. Her words rolled over her in sensual waves and it took all of Anouk not to melt into her front as she stood close behind her, her body rubbing Anouk's back teasingly. But Anouk held firm, her hand swinging once in the air listening to the sound it made as it cut through the air between her and the slave. Smiling she nodded to Tyra inching forward as she felt her lover inch with her and she p0laced her free hand on the rounded pale flesh of Alaya's ass rubbing it carefully before slowly lifting her hand and letting the paddle descend in a firm hit to the now quivering flesh. "Yes Mistress Tyra." Another firm smack resonated off the stable walls.<br/><br/>The sound of yelps and hard smacks filled the air, but Anouk remained silent as she delivered blow by painful blow to the reddening ass cheeks, the color bringiing a slow sultry smile to anouk.