Wearing casual clothes and riding boots, I have a wonderful afternoon with my whipping boys, making art with the blank canvases. Considering I've tied them both to the trees, they have no choice but to take it all. A thick, heavy leather belt is the perfect implement to begin with, and I make short work of their bottoms. Next up is the martinet, which makes a very satisfying sing on their flesh. And finally, hey are treated (or perhaps mistreated) to the whip. Their collective screams echo around the great outdoor countryside.