My slave is bound in in his stomach, his ass in the air, awaiting whatever I decide to do to him. I enter in, elegant in my long latex gown, not for him of course, but because aI begin light but hard. Every strike sends shivers up his spine as the sheer force of my well toned arms delivers strike after strike upon his naked ass. It is only a matter of time before I move up the line to something heavier, larger, meaner. I will beat him down with a large wooden bat and lay into him until he breaks down into submission.