Lyssa grunted quietly as he bent over the couch. The corsets kept in his waistline while the pendulous breasts almost touched the cushions his hands were pushing up against. The bright red panties were going to provide very little protection from the onslaught of the paddle that was about to begin, though her ears would be protected while she wielded it by the gag that was harnessed in to his mouth.

Which is how she was stopping the punishment. Lyssa would continue to be paddled until such time as he filled the glass that was sitting under his harness gag. Or, if he couldn’t fill it, the punishment could be replaced with something much worse.