The high heels of her thigh high boots resting on the slave’s back, Lady Dark Angel was not best pleased with the man who had promised to buy her a replacement pair of boots since her favourite pair was on it way to being worn through. Bemoaning the absence of her promised gift, Lady Dark Angel decides the slave will feel the leather of her punishment strap across his flesh. What else for the slave to do but agree with his mistress’s decision for a punishment whipping with a leather strap

Lady Dark Angel’s arm raised high is brought down time and again, landing with a resounding cr...

The high heels of her thigh high boots resting on the slave’s back, Lady Dark Angel was not best pleased with the man who had promised to buy her a replacement pair of boots since her favourite pair was on it way to being worn through. Bemoaning the absence of her promised gift, Lady Dark Angel decides the slave will feel the leather of her punishment strap across his flesh. What else for the slave to do but agree with his mistress’s decision for a punishment whipping with a leather strap

Lady Dark Angel’s arm raised high is brought down time and again, landing with a resounding crack across the slave’s bottom, the flesh taking on new life and colour. The lady is determined that the slave’s undertaking should be honoured and he will be sorry for not making good his word, his burning bottom clearly a purposeful reminder. The slave is learning that the prospect of an unhappy mistress is to be avoided as the strap lands time and again, coaxing moans and yells from the man. To Lady Dark Angel’s alacrity, the slave has the audacity to ask if his mistress’s intended punishment had come to an end, provoking a further rain of lashes from the strap?

Walking round her slave, Lady Dark Angel positions herself behind her slave to bring the strap down in a left to right swinging motion, its renewed tempo adding further fire to an already-inflamed bottom. However the slave’s ordeal is not over as Lady Dark Angel now brings down the punishment strap using a forearm swing while towering over her slave, the intensity of the lashes reverberating round the walls of Valhalla Chambers