Beating Bound: Serf's Harsh Caning

The serf's breath hitches as the whipmaster, a woman of iron will, begins the ritual. The sun's rays glint off the cane as it whistles through the air, landing with a sharp crack on the serf's unprotected flesh. His body jerks with each impact, sweat beading on his skin. The woman's expression remains stern, her arm unyielding. The serf's ass cheeks redden and swell, his grunts of pain echoing across the field. The caning is relentless, the woman's strength seemingly boundless, as she continues to stripe the serf's flesh, leaving no inch untouched by the cruel, biting cane.

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