You soon find that he can muster a bit more. The force of his blows increases until they're enough to jolt the entirety of your small frame forward. Each time you're jerked out of place by the impact, you strain slightly against the collar Luther is holding in place. It's a constant reminder of who you were and don't have to be anymore, but also of how naughty and submissive you're being with your master's nephew. After a good dozen of these unrestrained swats, it's easy to imagine your ass being looking like a pair of oversized tomatoes, but you'll have to wait until the sadistic pervert of an elf is finished to admire his handiwork.