‘Misappropriation of company funds’, they call it. Clara tried to plead her case, tried to explain how soon she’d have replaced the money, but it was to no avail; frankly, she should count herself lucky that she wasn’t fired and turned over to the police.

Instead, in a uniquely sadistic display of mercy, her boss has her counting something very different – twenty hard strokes from their leather strap, shamefully exposed with her hosiery around her knees, her every cry heard by her colleagues through the thin office walls. The humiliation is as exquisite as the pain, and as the came...

‘Misappropriation of company funds’, they call it. Clara tried to plead her case, tried to explain how soon she’d have replaced the money, but it was to no avail; frankly, she should count herself lucky that she wasn’t fired and turned over to the police.

Instead, in a uniquely sadistic display of mercy, her boss has her counting something very different – twenty hard strokes from their leather strap, shamefully exposed with her hosiery around her knees, her every cry heard by her colleagues through the thin office walls. The humiliation is as exquisite as the pain, and as the camera lingers over every strike it’s plain that Blake isn’t holding back on either.