I take Bart into my kitchen for a late night whipping, just because I can and it will make me rest better. What better purpose is their for a slave, than to serve as my whipping boy. I start off with some light caresses but he knows the lightening across his back is about to strike. I bring the whip crashing down in rapid succession as he struggles to maintain his position. I tease him thru out the whipping as I know this will make him last longer.