In a dimly lit dungeon, two amateur slaves, bound at the wrists, await their punishment. The master, Felix8131, wields a sturdy wooden ruler, the air crackling with anticipation. He runs it along the curves of their asses, making them shiver. The first strike lands, a sharp crack echoing through the room, leaving a reddening mark on the quivering flesh. The slaves grunt, but the master isn't satisfied yet. He continues, his strokes precise and rhythmic, the ruler dancing against their asses, leaving a trail of heat and welts.