Few are as proficient with a rattan cane as myself. Such torments were of course, invented by my superior race thousands of years ago. The cane is such a delicate, unassuming instrument, but the effects are both powerful and undeniable.

Relentlessly, I strike the soft, tender flesh of my bound pet. Over and over, my cane whizzes through the air, before finding its mark. The pain is nothing less than excruciating. It burns the skin instantaneously, and then dissipates relatively quickly. Until the next strike of course. The beautiful marks my cane strokes leave on his exposed ass ch... Show more