My slave is stripped and bent over the rack: today, I crave to torment his hairy backside. I long to see it turn crimson first, then purple beneath my blows. I commence gently, using only my hands, gradually building the tempo and intensity, beating it like a drum. However, unlike the instrument, this flesh starts to redden. Not content, I seize one of my preferred tools – a leather spanking paddle, with which I start striking him harder and harder. He writhes as the red turns to purple. I take a few brief pauses, allowing him to savor the agony, but he must not lose focus: I require him to count the strikes, I will only cease at 150.