After having waited for her slave for some time Lady Dark Angel is finally handed her coffee by the man. Almost instantly the lady finds the concoction quite unpalatable leading her to question her slave as to how she likes her coffee. Quite dissatisfied by his explanations, Lady Dark Angel orders the slave to lie across the bed as she picks up a couple of instruments from the side of the bed

Down swiftly on the man’s upturned bottom comes the lady’s wooden hairbrush, the man’s bottom reddening with each stroke of the hairbrush. Lady Dark Angel tells the slave he is to be given a l...

After having waited for her slave for some time Lady Dark Angel is finally handed her coffee by the man. Almost instantly the lady finds the concoction quite unpalatable leading her to question her slave as to how she likes her coffee. Quite dissatisfied by his explanations, Lady Dark Angel orders the slave to lie across the bed as she picks up a couple of instruments from the side of the bed

Down swiftly on the man’s upturned bottom comes the lady’s wooden hairbrush, the man’s bottom reddening with each stroke of the hairbrush. Lady Dark Angel tells the slave he is to be given a last chance to shape up or face dismissal from her service. The lady demands perfection from her slaves since they need to meet her high standards

Lady Dark Angel is relentless, her hairbrush slapping down continuously across the man’s burning flesh, punctuated only by her admonishments as she outlines in no uncertain terms to her slave that this is his final chance. It is unlikely the slave will err again.