My room with oriental accents is the ideal place to punish my white-boy slave. Blindfolded, not knowing where the next blow of the paddle is coming from—or how it will be—he bends over the bench and suffers in hellish, blackness. I pause to make him kiss the paddle that's causing him all this hurt, then return to battering his butt. He withstands so many swings I've lost count.

I stride around him, grab a handful of his hair and yank furiously upward. “That's what you get for being a worthless swine,” I say, spitting the words into his face. This is my biggest, heaviest pad... Show more