I am in a rather sadistic mood today, more so than usual, if you can believe that. I grab the most severe paddles in my collection and ready my slave for punishment. I start by giving him strong, sharp blow to his posterior to wake him up. He now knows where this is going. I begin beating his backside, making sure that I pay close attention to every inch of his bottom and especially that little sweet spot that really hurts just below his rump.

As his ass cheeks begin to turn a pleasing shade of pink, I increase the intensity of my blows, hitting him harder and harder. He cries out ...

I am in a rather sadistic mood today, more so than usual, if you can believe that. I grab the most severe paddles in my collection and ready my slave for punishment. I start by giving him strong, sharp blow to his posterior to wake him up. He now knows where this is going. I begin beating his backside, making sure that I pay close attention to every inch of his bottom and especially that little sweet spot that really hurts just below his rump.

As his ass cheeks begin to turn a pleasing shade of pink, I increase the intensity of my blows, hitting him harder and harder. He cries out like a getting punished by his step-mother, so that is exactly how I treat him. I grab him by the back of his hair and pound away at his ass. Usually such a beating is attached to some sort of moral lesson to be learned by the slave, but that is not the case here. I simply punish him because it is pleasing to my sadistic desires.

After I have softened him up, I turn to one of my favorite (and most painful) fiberglass canes. One swift strike from this cane, and my slave's ass will be on fire. Each excruciating strike leaves a deep welt on my helpless slave's ass, sending him into delirious pain and suffering.

Like an artist using a paint brush, I lay a perfectly symmetrical set of beautiful cane strikes down both ass cheeks, creating a glorious masterpiece of pain. I strike both cheeks again and again, as the excruciating pain travels to every nerve ending in his body. His shrill screams fill the air, but they fall on deaf ears. All I hear is the beautiful song of pain we are orchestrating.