Blonde hair, ponytail (we're not talking about the cameraman), and an outfit that literally invites you to go horseback riding on a Sunday. Our Lady Viola invites you to an excursion through the endless expanses of pain and humiliation.

Equipped with an almost never-ending selection of riding crops, she makes her way through a thicket of slave asses. One should not be too distracted by such a sight. After all, this is about well-groomed spanking, pardon me, a ride in the evening sun. With slips of the tongue like that, we don't know what got into us. It must be the sheer presence o...

Blonde hair, ponytail (we're not talking about the cameraman), and an outfit that literally invites you to go horseback riding on a Sunday. Our Lady Viola invites you to an excursion through the endless expanses of pain and humiliation.

Equipped with an almost never-ending selection of riding crops, she makes her way through a thicket of slave asses. One should not be too distracted by such a sight. After all, this is about well-groomed spanking, pardon me, a ride in the evening sun. With slips of the tongue like that, we don't know what got into us. It must be the sheer presence of our Lady Viola. Those tall leather boots and that scowl. Where to look first? The question should rather be where to hit first!