Yes, look me in the eyes, with your defiance, your fear, your shame. Keep looking at me while they beat your sleek, round ass, slamming into it over and over with the paddle... While they take you, helpless, from behind, holding you down against my desk as they take you, pounding against your flushed, swollen buttocks... As they beat your tits, making display of your delicate, vulnerable bust, showing you how helpless you are, here, how your femininity will incur no mercy... As they force themselves into your ass, wrenching the tight tunnel open, bruising your hips against the desk, making you take all they have to give... Yes. Cry, Bella. Try to make me feel pity, or sadness, or guilt for what I have commanded them to do to you. Look into my eyes, and see how much I am enjoying watching you hurt, watching you diminished, watching you humbled. Look there, and know that it isn't going to stop. -- This video was, obviously, designed to be played in a loop. That is, perhaps, a little incongruous with the incrementally increasing tears, but the effect was so pretty I couldn't resist. Hope that you have had a good November!