This slave had latex wardrobe malfunction with his catsuit and I am not impressed. Now that he’s no longer a rubber gimp, he will pay the price by taking a cold caning on his bare skin before I send him home. After the first twenty swift strokes, he hasn’t even broken a sweat yet. By the time we reach seventy strokes, he’s still not marking enough for My liking so I select a thicker cane. Stopping to inspect My work, I run My fingers across his stripped bottom and the skin is starting to ripple. I was going to stop at an even one hundred, but i’m not in the mood to stop just yet...