Mistress Iside and I are ready, dressed in leather holding our very hard, painful canes. The slave is already in position, hands and ankles locked with his head resting on the first step of the base of the throne and ass up facing us and at our complete disposal. He cannot see when the blows start but he can feel the pain when they hit him. He thinks he knows what awaits him but we are sure that it will not be like that because we will be very bad indeed. The first blows he receives immediately mark his butt and the blows are already strong but not yet very strong. We hit him slowly and then with increasing speed and the first moans begin to be heard. The canes hiss in the air and when they come down on his ass the noise is really loud and the slave cant stay still in position. He screams, cries and moans more and more but we show no mercy and first I then Isis hit him harder and harder. We change canes and admire our work of art and seeing his ass so red and scarred turns us on but at the same time pushes us to be even more cruel and sadistic. After a very strong series of blows he collapses on the floor in pain and suffering and we take advantage of this to sink our stiletto heels into his scarred ass. We get him back into position and give him another tremendous barrage of blows that makes him collapse on the ground again crying and in pain. Now we will give him the last 10 blows each and I will let you judge the viciousness and intensity with which we will hit him. Surely his sultus will be so scarred and sore that he will not be able to sit for days on end.
