I tell my slave that I am to give him a certain number of strokes to punish him for trying to get out of his chastity device. The slave whimpers but knows he must accept his punishment. I order him to count each one, and he does as he is told, perfectly, despite the searing pain that he is feeling across his ass. I continue, as I scold him, telling him he, from now on, must be the most perfect slave ever to be seen in my dungeon. He assumes I am finished, but no. He is to get ten more of my hardest cane strokes. I slam the cane across his rear, as hard as my arm can swing it, as he yells th...

I tell my slave that I am to give him a certain number of strokes to punish him for trying to get out of his chastity device. The slave whimpers but knows he must accept his punishment. I order him to count each one, and he does as he is told, perfectly, despite the searing pain that he is feeling across his ass. I continue, as I scold him, telling him he, from now on, must be the most perfect slave ever to be seen in my dungeon. He assumes I am finished, but no. He is to get ten more of my hardest cane strokes. I slam the cane across his rear, as hard as my arm can swing it, as he yells the count out loud in extreme discomfort.