Lady Scarlet – Waiting For Me

My slave is waiting for me. Tied to the cross, I treatment him and lower his briefs. Im holding my cane, he doesnt know. I hit him in the arse, rigidly. And when it turns crimson, I tell him its now the same color as my boots. The choice of my clothing is not accidental... Then I take a nine-tailed whip, and step to his back. The signs emerge, and I love scraping it to make it even more serious. The last hits he will take with my snake, counting and screaming.