You let out a small cry of outrage and pain. You tell yourself you will not cry out again. The sharp stings of two more smacks have you biting your li... to retain control. We have a secret word that can be used to stop everything at any time. But you have promised yourself you will not use it. Your ass is already glowing pink as the blood rushes to the area under attack. The following smacks no longer feel as painful as a warm numbness spreads out across your ass-cheeks. By the sixth smack it is. Moments later she shrieked, startled by some vision. Then she curled into a tight, weeping ball. ‘I’m bad,’ wept the child. ‘I deserve this.’ The worn out man averted his eyes and blinked to hold back his own tears. Then he rose, went into the kitchen, and measured out a dose of the foul brew there fitting a child of Evelin’s size. He brought it to the girl ‘I don’t want it,’ hissed the girl, pushing away the cup. ‘It’s punishment,’ lied the man, ‘because you were bad.’ The child pulled the cup. "Me? Oh no, not really...” She responded as she snapped back to reality. “Although some of the guys at school keep watching me... It's kinda creepy. But I'm not that popular..."“You sure of that? Maybe you should let some of them take advantage of your tight little butt. Bet they would love to see you squirming while your cock gets hard from getting fucked.” Karen said leering with the lewdest grin.Remy bushed hard at the thought, which was clear for Karen to see, but tired to focus on painting. Some way away an inmate was returned to his cell. They released his hand cuffs and threw him in.Five minutes later the tour was over.Work time, they went in an office. A gook was there already, bent over a pole, ass in the air, ball gag in his mouth, hands cuffed behind his back. He had a pale green military jacket and what was left of a shirt and boots and a freshly laundered short skirt pushed up to bare his ass like some freakish transvestite. “You have to shove the appliance up his ass.