I, Lady Scarlet, may exude elegance, but that does not equate to goodness. My slave is well aware of this as he readies himself for a session of unforgettable slapping, bound to the bed. He uses his mouth to remove my shoes, and then I take my place on top of him, ensuring I am comfortable to deliver each blow with accuracy and force. My hands alternate between his face, first with the palm and then the back, starting slow and gradually increasing speed, causing his skin to redden. Every so often, I allow a brief reprieve where he can worship my hands, but soon after, I resume with renewed strength, turning his face purple.