One of My chattels has not behaved up to My standards lately; his mistakes are numerous, and he must be punished for every single one of them. Today he will learn his lesson through pain, and with it being an unpleasantly cold morning outside, his torment will be even greater. My boy's pale skin will soon carry the marks to remind him of his failure to please Me and, hopefully, to improve his deportment. There will be no easy beginning, no gentle warm-up; only intense pain and suffering. Each new whip I use will impart a stronger bite to My chattel's exposed flesh. he will take every ounce ... Show more