Corporal Punishment, Leather Strapped – An Li’s Ass Emporium

With every lash, my strap lands with purpose, each strike drawing a groan or wince from him. There’s no mercy in my strokes—full force, every time. Why hold back? He’s just a slave, and his endurance is part of the game. The unrelenting rhythm of the leather forces him to battle his instincts, to stay in place as I test his limits. His struggle to obey is what makes this so satisfying.