Pummeling
In the privacy of his basement workshop, magnificent Master Simon sir prepares to pummel his elderly slave with a punishment paddle as the old man kneels prostrate over a pommel horse in front of his mistress Mukta pleading for her sweet feminine pity.
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| Pleading for pity before his magnificent mistress Mukta whilst her equally magnificent husband prepares to paddle their slave! |
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| 'Oh pray, mistress Mukta madam, have mercy on me, mistress Mukta. Please don't whip me, madam... |
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| ...not the paddle, madam... |
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| ...oh pity pray, mistress!' |
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| Note how the slave isn't pleading for mercy directly to his master-sir |
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| That's because he knows it is his mistress who has all the power, even if it is her husband who shall be wielding the paddle! |
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| Master Simon sir's magnificent shoes and socks standing behind the pleading slave |
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| 'Oh pray, mistress... |
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| ...oh pity pray!' |
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| The slave's ignominious view of his mistress's sneakered and socked feet |
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| His pitiful pleadings appear to amuse his mistress... |
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| ...and her husband! |
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| The socks at whose mercy the slave now lies! |
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| The socks that will soon be inflicting pain upon him - if the mistress's socks so desire it! |
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| The punishment paddle looms large over the kneeling slave's posterior! |














