Brent asked me if he could watch the making of the video, and I said, “sure.”  I put leather wrist restraints on his young wife, and attached her hands to two chains which hung from the ceiling.  As I ran my hands along the side of her body, Blondie giggled.  “Are you ticklish,” I asked.  “Oh, I’m very ticklish. Please don’t tickle me,” she begged.  I glanced at her husband. He smiled and nodded his head in a “yes” motion.  “My young lady, in making this video, you agree to submit to my commands, and agree to accept wREMOVEDver torment I wish to inflict on your body.  You can beg, but I will still do wREMOVEDver I wish.”  And I proceeded to give her a lengthy session of tickling.  Her sides, her armpits, legs, the sides of her knees.  I raised her skirt, her shirt, bra, and proceeded to tickle her bare flesh.  Suddenly I stunned the young lady when I struck a nipple with a small genital flogger.  I now lowered her panties to her knees so that the tiny flogger could find her pussy.  Tickle, flog, tickle flog, I alternated the sensations.  I would make her nearly  breathless from tickling, then smack her labia with the mean little flogger.  Eventually, I soothed her, calmed her down, caressed her nipples.  I began to pinch her nipples.  Gently at first, then harder.  It was such fun to watch the expression on her face change, her mREMOVEDh fall open as she experienced the pain.  I decorated her tiny titties with a few clothes pins, and then played with the clothes pins, bending them, flicking them.  Eventually I asked, “do you want to continue with making this movie?”  Here eyes glanced to her husband, then she looked at me and said “yes.”

I commanded Blondie to dress in a REMOVEDy black lingerie REMOVEDfit, then tore holes in the stockings.  I affixed her to a St. Andrews cross and shocked her with a quick, hard flogging of her buttocks.  I was simply “warming up” her bottom for the more severe spanking she would receive in the next position.