This slave was late to the shoot by an hour - a whole hour! I piled on the guilt just as I piled on the punishment with punches, kicks, slaps and spit. I interlaced barking orders with tender strokes, lulling him into a false sense of security. He'd been ordered to not react, to take his punishment with grace. His chest, back, face and balls all received my special attentions, and his mouth open to receive my spit.