"Bench," Corinna said. "I wouldn't say I preferred it but I can't handle the feather yet. I don't have enough self-control."

"Maybe some pain on that big ass of yours will help you learn, little miss," Ms. Adams said as she bent the girl over the bench and readied her paddle. She struck the bulbous orbs of the slave's ass again and again, making the soft flesh blush pink and then turn an ever deeper shade of red as Corinna began to cry.