Our daily whipping scene, much to the family's delight.

My parents were very angry with the mistakes made by our servants. All the servants in general, but especially the coachman, irritated them.

He was a young, handsome, poor, and ignorant Pole who seemed incapable of learning his tasks and obeying the rules. Most of the servants were illiterate and needed help understanding French. 

So my father, the Baron, invited an expert to teach how to discipline, command, and punish the servants. The specialist taught the family to use the same training techniques with trained animals, such as dogs and horses, to command the servants, short instructions, clear shouts, punishments for mistakes, and rewards for successes.

He repeated - Servants are stupid, lazy, and treacherous animals; they must be trained and treated like other animals.

He handled the whip skillfully, knew how to make it crack in the air, and hit the flesh of employees precisely and efficiently. After breakfast, he would go to the dining room for many months and teach us how to use the whip correctly.

My parents mainly chose the young coachman; he was used for the morning teaching demonstrations.

The Polish servant was called to our dining room and ordered to undress and, completely naked, get on all fours so we could have lessons on how to whip him.

The boy always obeyed in silence; his muscular back, beautiful ass, and thick thighs were hit with beautiful whipping blows. I was a child, but everyone in that room was horny with the whip hurting our servant's flesh, even the naked slut faggot on all fours.

Watching those beatings on my mother's lap, I had my first childhood erections.

Years later, when my sexuality awakened, I fucked and was fucked by the handsome coachman many times in our carriage house. Over time, I discovered that my parents also used it for sex, both my father and my mother.

The whipping sessions in the living room before the family were much more a moment of collective pleasure than a punishment. I often tied him up naked in the stable and whipped him in front of my schoolmates before fucking him in a group.

The other pleasure of whipping a stupid animal!

It's just another version of the design posted. Less bloody, but I liked the colors. Just learning how to use the features of Photoshop.

The pleasure of whipping a stupid animal!

When you whip an animal, remember that it is just meat, muscle, and leather pieces—nothing more.

Listen to the whip cutting through the air and cracking against the beast's hide. Look at the design that the whip makes on the shit's body.

Enjoy watching its contortions of despair as a pathetic dance to amuse you. Lewd fagots like to dance for men!

It's screams cries, and moans are the slut singing to entertain you! His moans are his way of asking for even more violent whippings; he likes to be mistreated, and that's what these bitches were born for.

Don't feel pity, empathy, or mercy; these assholes don't deserve it. Whip with all your will and cruelty! Have a good time!

How much should we beat the slave? Part three.

There is no more beautiful stage. In every moment of the beating, the destroyed and injured leather of the animal is different; it has a new beauty.

Realizing the beauty of opening wounds, bleeding, and the darker colors of the marks requires sensitivity and careful observation.

Take every moment of the process calmly.

How much should we beat the slave? Part two.

If the animal is no longer needed, you can do whatever you want with it. Have a good time!

Whipping calmly, do not rush, watch, and enjoy every step of the beating.

Listen to the animal's breath and moan. Try to understand the animal's state at each moment.

How much should we beat the slave? Part one.

When we have an animal tied up and helpless to whip, we always have a significant doubt when to stop the beating?

How much should we beat the slave?

The answer is varied and complex.

How much will you need for this piece? How much is this slave still worth, or is it useful?

Watching the slave near death was very exciting for the audience, especially for his stiff cock during the agony.

The owner of this slave certainly noticed how handsome it was, had raped him several times, and never allowed the animal to wear even a small thong. 

Especially because he was the most gifted slave. He had a nice big cock. He had everything to be the most well-cared slave, to be the most beloved slave of his Master.

The slave's misfortune began during an orgy, in which one of the guests almost hanged the animal. At that moment, everyone discovered that he felt excitement when he was suffocated and that his penis was hard and pulsing when he lacked air.

From that day on, his master ordered the foremen to hang him by the neck dozens of times.

They lavished the lace around his neck for a long time until his face was purple, and he stopped struggling and almost choked.

Watching his near-death was very exciting for the audience, especially for his stiff cock during the agony.

One day, when the audience was distracted, he finally died hanged.