Michael and Kendra James

Michael crossed the line and Mistress Kendra had him stripped, over her knee before he could talk his way out. Her palm cracked across his bare ass in steady rhythm, the sound bouncing off the walls as she drove each smack deeper. He jerked with every impact, skin darkening. She pushed him off her lap and reached for the cane. He gripped the table while she laid stripes across his backside, thin welts rising fast. Sweat slid down his back. Next came the flogger, heavy tails snapping over his shoulders and thighs. His muscles tightened and flexed under the beating, every hit landing sharp. She bound his wrists behind him, blindfold in place, leaving him open and straining. The restraints held him tight while she kept the pressure on, finishing what she started.