Your ass is done when I say it’s done. Even when it’s been beaten to a crimson pulp after that extreme caning, my lust for your suffering is not quite sated… It’s time to pull out the leather strap. I love how a strap sounds on your ass. A vivid, visceral smack on your black and blue bits as you scream in pain. The moment of the thick leather flying through the air and onto your bum. The slight stick on the your skin as the the textured leather pulls away. And of course, your groans and the rattling of chains as you struggle to process the sensation. Did you think last time was bad? I wasn’t quite done yet. Your ass will be whipped to hamburger meat today, and you can’t do anything about it. Struggle and scream as much as you want, but your ass is mine.
