The slave kneeled, her body trembling from the weight of scars etched with pain and betrayal.

Each strike landed sharply—a brutal reminder of her place and her sins.

Tears clouded her vision, the memory of ridding him clawing at her mind. Shame twisted inside her for betraying her Mistress for a random cock, and the guilt scorched hotter than the lashes.

Each firm paddle hit her supple backside like a cleansing fire.

The Mistress's hand rested on her searing crimson buttock.

"Good girl."

Soft words, cut deeper than any blow.

The slave lowered her head in submission, seeking undeserved forgiveness.