Slacking on the job - part 2

Katia lays into Julia with the kind of focus that makes you wince. The first couple strikes land square across her ass, each one louder than the last, the skin jumping, bright pink blooming into angry crimson. Julia gasps, hips jerking forward. Then Katia grabs a handful of that warm flesh, squeezes, makes her squeal before the next blow comes down even harder. You hear the thwack echo off the walls as the cane or paddle swings again and again, leaving tight welts that stand out against Julia's pale skin. Every strike sinks deep, so she won't be sitting down without thinking about it for days. Julia's breathing turns ragged, tears leaking at the corners of her eyes, but Katia isn't easing up. She switches hands, laying the tool right where it hurts most, then grips Julia by the hair, pulls her head back, slaps her flushed cheek and makes her thank her for every single bruise. By the time she finishes, Julia's marked for keeps—red lines across her thighs, ass glowing, the kind of afterburn you feel every time you move.