All the ladies admire a handsome whipper. Just as all the slaves fear him – and his
WHIP!
The lady on the left shouts female words of encouragement to
the whipper:
‘Whip him, Beau! Really make him feel it! You are his
master! The WHIP, I say! The WHIP!’
Meanwhile, the lady on the right merely smiles lovingly at
the handsome beau with his mighty WHIP!
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The handsome whipper casts a fine figure for the ladies to admire |
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His WHIP is an extension of himself... |
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...and he has a firm grip on it! |
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The master-sir's ornate, brown leather boots... |
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...creased around his ankles |
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The dainty feet and footwear of the watching ladies |
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The slippers of ms Octavia |
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And the buckled shoes of Ms Maria |
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Whip him, Beau! Really make him feel it! You are his master! The WHIP, I say! The WHIP!’ |
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Meanwhile, Ms Maria smiles silently and contentedly at the handsome beau with his WHIP! |
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The look of steely determination on the beau's handsome face |
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He is determined to unleash PAIN with his WHIP! |
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The PAIN that only a WHIP can produce! |
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A well-wielded WHIP! |
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The WHIP! |
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The WHIP and the BOOTS! |
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'M...mercy, m...master Beau sir!... Not the WHIP, I beg you, s...sir!.. Oh master! Oh I fear the WHIP, s...sir!' |
Needless to say, the slave's pathetic pleadings go unheeded. Master Beau has his manliness to impose in front of the ladies!