An unsuspecting dude has decided to go for a massage and lies face down awaiting his treatment. Jasmine, however, is no ordinary massage When she’s finished with her clients, they leave with more than just sore muscles. She slips out of her robe to reveal a pair of panties and bra; she doesn’t want anything restricting her movement. She sits on top of him and begins with some deep muscle stimulation. She tells him to put his arms back, and as he does, she gives them a nice stretch. She tells him she has an implement to help him with his arms and deftly slips on a restraint that instantly binds his hands behind his back. She rubs his *ss and tells him there’s some scar tissue there that needs to be broken down. Fortunately, she has just the thing and spanks his *ss with an old school brush. The poor guy still hasn’t figured out what’s going on although by this time he is getting a bit nervous. Jasmine decides it’s a good time to inform him that she knows he was disrespectful to the receptionist when he arrived, and as she tells him, she reveals a long-handled brush and beats his *ss with it.

This treatment just took a turn he never expected in his wildest dreams. He’s a stressed out businessman who just wants a nice massage, and now he’s bound and literally being beaten. “We’re here to make you better; to cure you” she soothingly tells him. He pleads to be released and promises he’ll be good but she remains firm. “Not yet. We have another 45 minutes to go.” He cries out in agony as she continues to flog his butt. The marks are becoming quite visible but Jasmine isn’t even getting warmed up yet. She pulls out a wooden paddle and beats his feet with it, before moving up to his *ss to deliver a steady stream of strokes across both cheeks. “I could tell from your intake form that you were a complete p*rvert” she says. The ‘client’ is now blubbering and begging to be released, which just makes her want to hurt him all the more, and she lets loose with a volley of full bl*ws. “Did I tell you my specialty in massage therapy is she says, as she chuckles at his plight. He’s now positively frantic and each bl*w and word scares him more than the last one. She continues to beat him and laughs with delight as he squirms and screams in p*in. “There, I think we’re starting to break down some of the scar tissue” she says, as she pokes her finger into each *ss cheek. Grabbing his hips, she tells him he isn’t quite symmetrical and needs a further adjustment. He frantically insists he’s okay but she just slaps his *ss and says “ I’ll tell you when you’re adjusted.”

That's So Relaxing... Ouch!