A plaything's worth is tested under the lash. Bound and vulnerable, she's at the mercy of her master's whims. The first strike of the cane against her bare flesh draws a gasp, her body arching. The master works her over, each lash leaving a fiery trail, her ass turning a delightful shade of red. She struggles, but her bonds hold, her cries of pain and pleasure music to his ears. He pauses, running a gloved hand over her heated skin, before resuming her intense, unforgiving correction.