No Escape – No Grace – Just Red-hot Cheeks

I want to have some joy - and of course joy means a truckload of ache for the slave! I pull him into the living room on a leash and order him to get up on his knees in front of me - then whip out a without mercy rain of slaps on his face! My hands hit his face relentlessly - again and again - and faster and faster! The slave is suffering immensely - but like a good trained slave he takes it - endures the burning pain in his cheeks to please his mistress!