Rebekah, as some may know, was a woman I met at a local market. She saw my Fetish Ball pass and asked questions about it. I ended up her home and was appalled by the condition of her apartment. I spanked her and and made her pick up every piece of trash, as well as the countless cigarette butts on the floor. It wasn't until I saw she had a little one, that I really grew furious with her. You can read the full description in the Rebekah Caning Clip description. After a vicious caning this night, I had told her I was going to give her a long and hard hand spanking afterwards, on her sore, tra...

Rebekah, as some may know, was a woman I met at a local market. She saw my Fetish Ball pass and asked questions about it. I ended up her home and was appalled by the condition of her apartment. I spanked her and and made her pick up every piece of trash, as well as the countless cigarette butts on the floor. It wasn't until I saw she had a little one, that I really grew furious with her. You can read the full description in the Rebekah Caning Clip description. After a vicious caning this night, I had told her I was going to give her a long and hard hand spanking afterwards, on her sore, tram-lined bottom. She knew better that to argue, as I had already taken over her day to day discipline. What you will see is a no-nonsense, real disciplinary hand spanking, that has her bucking and screaming...kicking and begging. Which are the reactions a real disciplinary spanking should induce. She was completely new to submitting, but she made sure to show the proper respect (even when in immense pain.) ' 'Yes sir!'...Please Sir!...Thank you sir!' At the end of this hard spanking, I make her stand and reflect for one hour. She really stayed in postion for a full hour. I had her keep a journal weekly, as to what she had done to improve her way of life and her little one's. I would drop in on her during the week (without notice) and if her journal was not in sync with what I witnessed, she was severely spanked. She still had to show up at exactly 8 p.m. ( not a minute before of after) every Thursday night. I inspected her journal against my notes and she was punished accordingly. This is a filmed account of a real disciplinary understanding between myself and a woman who desperately needed to change her ways.