One swift strike of my cane, and my slaves ass will be on fire. Each excruciating stroke of my bamboo cane leave a deep welt on my helpless slaves ass, sending him into delirious pain and suffering. From there I turn my attention to his thighs. Lots of tender meat on those things of his.

Like an artist using a paint brush, I lay a perfectly symmetrical set of beautiful cane strikes down the length of his thighs, leaving a beautiful masterpiece of pain. Further down, his calves wait anxiously for my attention. Not one to neglect my pets needs, I strike his calves over and ove...

One swift strike of my cane, and my slaves ass will be on fire. Each excruciating stroke of my bamboo cane leave a deep welt on my helpless slaves ass, sending him into delirious pain and suffering. From there I turn my attention to his thighs. Lots of tender meat on those things of his.

Like an artist using a paint brush, I lay a perfectly symmetrical set of beautiful cane strikes down the length of his thighs, leaving a beautiful masterpiece of pain. Further down, his calves wait anxiously for my attention. Not one to neglect my pets needs, I strike his calves over and over 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 siren song of pain we are orchestrating.