I've been waiting all day to thrash Bart's ass and now that I've got him spread eagled on the bed, I'm going to wale away on him with my whips. My galley whip has a sting that spreads out across a wide area of flesh. As I bring the whip crashing down on his defenseless ass, all the stress of the day seems to slip away. What else are slaves for, if not to take a beating for their Goddess?