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Behind her, the sound of the belt whistling through the air. The loud crack as it nailed her perfectly across her upper thighs. The white-hot, fresh pain. “Ohhhhhhhhh!!” “Again.” CRACK!! This time, her right asscheek. “Ahhhhhh!” “Again.” CRRRACK!! Her outer thigh. “Ohhhhh!! Fuck…