Strapped down securely over my favorite punishment bench, my slave is completely immobilized and at the mercy of my sadistic whims. Today's discipline will be (pardon the expression) with my most excruciating bamboo canes. Few instruments of torment can yield the desired results as swiftly and easily as my canes.

Strike after searing strike, my cane lands on his ass with precision accuracy again and again, leaving perfectly symmetrical rows of raised welts and bruises on his ass cheeks. If I wish to do so, it would take little effort on my part to strike those same pulsating welts ...

Strapped down securely over my favorite punishment bench, my slave is completely immobilized and at the mercy of my sadistic whims. Today's discipline will be (pardon the expression) with my most excruciating bamboo canes. Few instruments of torment can yield the desired results as swiftly and easily as my canes.

Strike after searing strike, my cane lands on his ass with precision accuracy again and again, leaving perfectly symmetrical rows of raised welts and bruises on his ass cheeks. If I wish to do so, it would take little effort on my part to strike those same pulsating welts until they tear open causing crimson claret to stream down his cheeks.

But rather, I redirect my sadistic attention to his thighs and calves. Each strike is pure agony for my pain pet, as the burning pain takes him beyond his threshold. He screams for mercy, but I am in a merciless mood today, as are my canes. HA!