Caning Of A Youthfull Slave

I am in the mood to play! Very first you stand on a chair, which is tooled with inverted bottle caps. Oh, Yes, I know, standing on that barefoot is not so pleasant. But thats just the joy of it, or what do you think little worm? Then I tie you on my cross and shortly afterwards, my cane starts to dance on your nude butt. I love that sound. Especially the clapping and the whistling sound that the cane makes when it drifts through the air, and above all the noise that the youthfull slave makes with each hit he gets. At about 50 strokes, I switch the instrument and give a musical session with a flamy crimson, English slapper whip! It does not take too long and the slave butt turns crimson and loses even some skin. The slave must count aloud and permitted only to count the hits, which truly hurt him. And so he is tormented by full 100 blows and winds back and forward on the poking chair, knowing that there is no escape. I am also somewhat warm in my leather jacket but a real sadist takes this gladly, for her, that she can still hear a few more screams of pain.