Dressed only in a patent leather waist cincher and six inch stiletto heels, I run my helpless slave through a gauntlet of my most prized paddles and bull whips. He is in need of a much needed attitude adjustment. This pet can be a tad mouthy and contradictory at times, much to his detriment. He must learn once and for all that Goddess is always right, and Goddess ALWAYS Has The Last Word!

First, I use a hardwood paddle to tenderize his ass and prepare him for what is to come next. Blow after painful blow, the heavy paddle slams against his ass cheeks causing immediate swelling and ...

Dressed only in a patent leather waist cincher and six inch stiletto heels, I run my helpless slave through a gauntlet of my most prized paddles and bull whips. He is in need of a much needed attitude adjustment. This pet can be a tad mouthy and contradictory at times, much to his detriment. He must learn once and for all that Goddess is always right, and Goddess ALWAYS Has The Last Word!

First, I use a hardwood paddle to tenderize his ass and prepare him for what is to come next. Blow after painful blow, the heavy paddle slams against his ass cheeks causing immediate swelling and bruising. In only a matter of moments, he is begging forgiveness. Forgiveness already my pet? I think not pet, you aren't getting off that easy.

I next turn to one of my most feared and painful long whips. A four foot snake whip, exquisitely constructed of the finest kangaroo leather. Designed for minimum effort, and maximum pain. It's venomous "bite" is akin to that of it's namesake, the rattle snake.

Strike after excruciating strike, my whip bites at his flesh. I am relentless in my attack. I have no remorse for his torment. He belongs to me and I can do with him as I choose. Whatever I choose. No matter how much he begs for mercy, his agony will end only when I say so. I will always have the last word. Lesson learned, my pet?