Zitka stopped hitting Ahri with the belt, walking over to the front of her. "You know, somehow I don't believe you when you say you are sorry..." She drew her arm back, striking Ahri square on her cunt with the leather. "What do you think? Should I let you go? Or maybe keep hitting you?"<br/><br/>Her hand ran along one of Ahri's breasts, tugging at the nipple ring and weight. It trailed down the other girl's body, before stopping at her pussy lips. One of Zitka's fingers slid into Ahri's cunt, while her thumb started to rub her clit. "Or... Maybe... Maybe there's another way to punish you."