I'm not done with my slave yet. His back may be marked up from my whippings, but his ass is still a clean canvas for me to paint red. I take out my cane, hitting him with powerful parallel strokes on his ass. Each judicial strike reminds him of why he needs regular beatings, his skin soft and weak from not having served me in years. I take pleasure in watch him cower in fear with every hit of my rattan cane.