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Brigella as Vicky Briggs

Master Kain as Mr. Justice Greythorpe

Vicky Briggs arrived at the large, old-fashioned house with a smirk on her face. Two hours of community service? She thought it would be easy — just a bit of dusting and vacuuming for some silly old man. She’d be done and gone before she knew it.

She had no idea she had been assigned to Mr. Justice Greythorpe.

The tall, stern gentleman opened the door and looked her up and down with a cold, measuring gaze. Vicky’s confident smile faltered slightly under his intense stare.

“Vicki Briggs,” he said flatly. “Come in.”

Once inside the elegant hallway, Mr. Greythorpe closed the door behind her with a heavy click.

“You know why you’re here?” he asked.

“Two hours community service,” she replied, trying to sound casual.

Mr. Greythorpe’s expression hardened. “Two hours? That is a complete farce. For what you did, two hours is nothing. As far as I am concerned, your sentence is now extended to two full days under my personal supervision. You will do exactly as I say, when I say it. Do you understand?”

Vicky’s eyes widened, but she tried to keep her attitude. “You can’t just change it like that...”

“I can, and I have,” he said calmly. “Now, put your hands on your head and stand up straight.”

Vicky obeyed reluctantly. Mr. Greythorpe circled her slowly.

“The problem with girls like you,” he said, “is that you’ve never faced real consequences. That changes this weekend.”

He guided her into the drawing room and pointed to the large leather sofa.

“Bend over the arm of the sofa.”

Vicky hesitated for a moment, then complied. Mr. Greythorpe lifted her short skirt and pulled her panties down to her knees, fully exposing her bare bottom.

He began with a firm hand spanking.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Vicky gasped as his large palm cr*cked down repeatedly.

“You thought this would be easy?” he said sternly, spanking harder. “You thought you could laugh at your sentence? I will teach you respect this weekend.”

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

He spanked her thoroughly, covering every inch of her bottom and upper thighs until they glowed a bright, stinging pink. Vicky squirmed and yelped with each impact.

After a long, hard hand spanking, Mr. Greythorpe reached for his thick leather belt. He doubled it over and tapped it against his palm.

“Now you will learn what a proper punishment feels like.”

CR*CK!

The heavy strap landed with a loud, resounding cr*ck across her bare bottom. Vicky cried out sharply.

CR*CK! CR*CK! CR*CK! CR*CK!

“You will do as you are told,” he said, swinging the belt again and again. “You will work hard. You will show respect. And you will remember this weekend every time you sit down for the next week.”

CR*CK! CR*CK! CR*CK! CR*CK! CR*CK!

Vicky yelped and wriggled desperately as the thick leather bit deeply into her flesh. Mr. Greythorpe continued without mercy, delivering dozens of powerful strokes. He focused on her sit-spots and upper thighs, making sure every inch of her bottom and thighs received thorough attention.

“Keep that bottom up,” he commanded. “You will take every stroke I give you.”

CR*CK! CR*CK! CR*CK! CR*CK!

By the time he finally set the strap aside, Vicky’s bottom and thighs were a deep, angry red, covered in wide, overlapping welts. She was breathing heavily, tears in her eyes.

Mr. Greythorpe ran his hand firmly over her scorched flesh.

“There,” he said with satisfaction. “A very sore, well-strapped bottom. And this is only the first evening. You have two full days ahead of you.”

He ordered her to stand with her hands on her head, bottom on display, while he explained the rules for the weekend. Vicky stood trembling, the deep ache settling into her marked skin.

Over the next two days, Mr. Greythorpe continued her punishment with calm authority. He delivered several more long, harsh strappings, each one leaving her bottom and thighs even more sore and heavily marked. He made her complete domestic tasks with her skirt tucked up and her punished bottom on display, reminding her constantly of her new position.

By the end of the weekend, Vicky’s defiance had c*mpletely melted away. Her bottom remained sore and tender for many days afterwards — a constant, b*rning reminder of the strict lesson she had received.

Mr. Greythorpe looked at her with quiet satisfaction as she prepared to leave.

“Remember this weekend, Briggs,” he said. “Next time you appear before me, I suggest you behave yourself.”

Vicky nodded meekly, already knowing she would never forget the two days she spent under the Judge’s firm correction.

Text by Mistress Eleise Courtney

Video Information

"Vicki’s Lesson With The Strap (2004)" is A short, intensely erotic corporal punishment film written, directed, and produced by Cliff James.

Note: This clip is from the Top Marks Video Archives. The quality reflects the era and is not up to today’s HD standards.

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