We require our slaves to come back to the dungeon to keep our marks fresh on their flesh. With his ass still raw, bruised, and scabbed, our slave is bound to the horse for our paddles to ruin him even further. We like our meat extra rare. His cries of pain is music to our ears and encourages us to paddle even harder. To satisfy our cruelest desires, we move from heavy wooden paddles to the meanest toy of all, the paddle with a smooth side and a spiked side that digs and bites into already weakened skin and flesh. Naturally, we like to play with both sides for the benefit of double devastation.
