Upon her return from her little cat walk, the cruel vixen is fiending for a stern whipping. The toy she left hanging in the dungeon prior, still hanging there, with no real way to evade his damned faith. She pulls a sleek black and pink whip out and begins to taunt him. At first the strokes are median, just a little paw warm up. The whip strikes again and again, marking the pale flesh of her captive. Catwoman laughs, she cannot contain her excitement, and soon the whip cracks rain down hard and fast.

There is nothing to spare, the dirt bag is a cat toy and he will absorb the relent...

Upon her return from her little cat walk, the cruel vixen is fiending for a stern whipping. The toy she left hanging in the dungeon prior, still hanging there, with no real way to evade his damned faith. She pulls a sleek black and pink whip out and begins to taunt him. At first the strokes are median, just a little paw warm up. The whip strikes again and again, marking the pale flesh of her captive. Catwoman laughs, she cannot contain her excitement, and soon the whip cracks rain down hard and fast.

There is nothing to spare, the dirt bag is a cat toy and he will absorb the relentless fury of his mischievious mistress, even if he has to choke on his own tears.