Deri ete karşı - cannon kırbaçlama

This little worm is exposed in front of Us on my medieval cannon and I prepared a hard lashing for him. A lesson of dominance and pain. I require no words to get My message across. My slave understands each and every stinging strike of My leather whip. My message is crystal clear, he must suffer for Our pleasure. That satisfying "smack' of leather against flesh, the ensuing cry of pain from the slave, the rattle of chains as he whimpers and suffers through the painful ballet I make him perform. Will it be enough to satiate My sadistic desires?