PART I. My bitch is bent over the bench, ready for his ass to be demolished. I start him off with round balls that go deep into his ass cheeks -- a deep, thuddy sensation that rides all the way to his hip bones. And then I progress to the wooden baton, striking him over and over again on his ass cheeks until he screams and cries into real tears. He will take more for me because that is what I expect of him. PART II. I have a variety of paddles to break in on my bitch today: a small spiky one, a long cricket paddle, and finally an extremely heavy wooden paddle. Which one will break him first...

PART I. My bitch is bent over the bench, ready for his ass to be demolished. I start him off with round balls that go deep into his ass cheeks -- a deep, thuddy sensation that rides all the way to his hip bones. And then I progress to the wooden baton, striking him over and over again on his ass cheeks until he screams and cries into real tears. He will take more for me because that is what I expect of him. PART II. I have a variety of paddles to break in on my bitch today: a small spiky one, a long cricket paddle, and finally an extremely heavy wooden paddle. Which one will break him first? And will he be able to take my powerful strokes on his ass? Of course, he breaks down and cries, overwhelmed with sensation. I can't help but feel pleasure at his suffering in devotion of me.