Madam M is dressed in one of her favourite pairs of heels, a latex pencil skirt and a blouse. As she relaxes reading a book, her pet has been placed under the trample table. He has already been there some time, his groans drawing the attention of Madam. Perhaps as a result of the heel digging into his n*pple! She reaches for her drink, only to realise it has been placed far from reach. A re-education is now in order.

A crop is close at hand; still seated, cropping begins on his exposed c*ck and b*lls as he is verbally humiliated before Madam switches to use her heels.

Now standing, Madam delights in punishing his c*ck and b*lls, heels, probing, dig and manipulate the soft flesh, stretching, squeezing, pulling and abrading the delicate skin.

Towering, Madam uses her crop to practise her golf swing. A l*ttle rusty with the first bl*ws, they soon start landing with a resounding twack; an excellent excuse for a l*ttle more practice!