The ritual begins with my bare tits. I swing the paddle, counting each stinging smack as it reddens my sensitive flesh. One... two...three…all the way to sixty-six. The impact is a pure, sharp prayer.
Next, I bend over, offering my ass to the cross. The impacts are louder, each one jolting through me, a punishment I fully deserve. The count to sixty-six feels endless, my submission deepening with every blow.
Finally, I spread my thighs, exposing my most intimate parts to judgment. The paddle lands on my inner thighs and swollen pussy, a mix of sting and throbbing heat. Completing the final set of sixty-six, I’m left breathless, marked, and dripping. Have I redeemed myself through this impact-play worship, or am I just a slut who craves discipline?
