When I've paddled a man's ass, and he hasn't sagged in his bondage, I put both hands on the instrument and swing it like a baseball bat a few times. That gets the body of the slave I'm tormenting as weak as I want it. I return to the one-hand technique and hear his groans mixing nicely with the crack of the black leather on his backside, the blend of sounds echoing off the high ceiling.

It's music to my sadistic soul, and the red oval of battered flesh that once was a man's ass is a work of art to my eyes. I increase the strike rate, creaming his butt without letting up. I ... Show more