My whipping boy is tied up in robe bondage in strappado, his arms suspended above his head and his ass totally exposed for caning. Why am I caning him? Just because I can and I feel like it. It's all about the Mistress' pleasure, after all.

I cane his ass until it is red and striped, moving down the back of his thighs and his calves. In the process, I break two canes! I spit on his ass and spank, slap, and scratch all his marked bits to drive in the sting of my cane. His arms become weak and purple, strung up in such a painfully compromising position. I'll leave him in there for as...

My whipping boy is tied up in robe bondage in strappado, his arms suspended above his head and his ass totally exposed for caning. Why am I caning him? Just because I can and I feel like it. It's all about the Mistress' pleasure, after all.

I cane his ass until it is red and striped, moving down the back of his thighs and his calves. In the process, I break two canes! I spit on his ass and spank, slap, and scratch all his marked bits to drive in the sting of my cane. His arms become weak and purple, strung up in such a painfully compromising position. I'll leave him in there for as long as I feel like.