The punishment isn’t over yet, far from it. I continue to enforce discipline on my slave, delivering 50 strikes to his ass with my leather riding crop. Every crack of the crop leaves its mark, reminding him of his place. Watch as I make him count out each strike, his submission deepening with every number. The power is mine, and the pain is his, just as it should be.

The punishment isn’t over yet, far from it. I continue to enforce discipline on my slave, delivering 50 strikes to his ass with my leather riding crop. Every crack of the crop leaves its mark, reminding him of his place. Watch as I make him count out each strike, his submission deepening with every number. The power is mine, and the pain is his, just as it should be.