Accompanying me to the park is a slave with a pleasing chubby face, ideal for the impact of my powerful slaps. The sweet sound of my hand meeting his face muffles the distant hum of the gardener’s tractor. My slave finds great pleasure in my hands, and as soon as I pause the slaps, he attempts to kiss them. However, I only allow this for a few seconds before resuming, once again swelling his face until the redness of his skin beneath his white beard becomes visible.