There is nothing like a good cane. The sound it makes as it slices through the air then the crack as it hits human flesh. I get so much enjoyment out of watching my slave flinch and cower with fear at the sound of my cane whizzing through air just inches away from my slaves ears. From my last clip you can see I've warmed up my slave buttocks with a heavy dose of paddling, his backside is covered from top to bottom with uniform redness now its time to add some art to my blank canvas with the thin welts that only a nice rattan cane can make. I like to start slow and build up to a crescendo of pa...

There is nothing like a good cane. The sound it makes as it slices through the air then the crack as it hits human flesh. I get so much enjoyment out of watching my slave flinch and cower with fear at the sound of my cane whizzing through air just inches away from my slaves ears. From my last clip you can see I've warmed up my slave buttocks with a heavy dose of paddling, his backside is covered from top to bottom with uniform redness now its time to add some art to my blank canvas with the thin welts that only a nice rattan cane can make. I like to start slow and build up to a crescendo of pain. my slave slowly moans and groans then works up to bitter screams that grow louder and louder as the blows of my cane strikes harder and harder. I have restrained slave to a spanking bench as I dress in my black leather thigh high boots with the 5" heel, black leather riding pants and red latex corset. I can't think of a better way to spend an afternoon.

Keep on suffering,
Goddess Gia