Belly down, arms pulled behind you, legs bent up and feet positioned in strict rope bondage so as to allow Me total access to them for a painful feet caning punishment. My desk becomes a punishment table where I cane your feet until you cry and can't take any more. I taunt you with that cane, as you weep and beg for mercy. Making you answer My questions as to which foot hurts the most. Letting you think for a few seconds that I might just have stopped, only to return again for more bastinado torment. I know your feet are weak, I know I can make you cry and that's just what I'm going to do. ...

Belly down, arms pulled behind you, legs bent up and feet positioned in strict rope bondage so as to allow Me total access to them for a painful feet caning punishment. My desk becomes a punishment table where I cane your feet until you cry and can't take any more. I taunt you with that cane, as you weep and beg for mercy. Making you answer My questions as to which foot hurts the most. Letting you think for a few seconds that I might just have stopped, only to return again for more bastinado torment. I know your feet are weak, I know I can make you cry and that's just what I'm going to do. Suffer for Me slave and thank Me for the privilege of it.