I adore equestrian discipline. But to call my slave a or pony would be far too complimentary. He is of a much, much lower equine pedigree. He is after all, nothing more than my mule or burro...a of burden...ah, my jackass! Lol How appropriate.

For his punishment, I don my sexiest equestrian breaches, dressage coat, leather gloves, and of course, my authentic English riding boots. For my jackass, an appropriate leather donkey hood and hooved restraints are all that is required to prepare him for his much deserved beating. Now let the games begin!

The sound of my whip cuttin...

I adore equestrian discipline. But to call my slave a or pony would be far too complimentary. He is of a much, much lower equine pedigree. He is after all, nothing more than my mule or burro...a of burden...ah, my jackass! Lol How appropriate.

For his punishment, I don my sexiest equestrian breaches, dressage coat, leather gloves, and of course, my authentic English riding boots. For my jackass, an appropriate leather donkey hood and hooved restraints are all that is required to prepare him for his much deserved beating. Now let the games begin!

The sound of my whip cutting the air and his flesh is thrilling, amidst his pathetic neighs, winnies and screams for mercy. But there shall be none. Strike after excrutiating strike, my whip slashes his exposed back and buttocks until it is raw. To toy with him further, I choose to bark orders in my native Japanese language, just to keep him dumb, confused and on his toes, or hooves if you will, as all jackasses should be.