In one of her sessions at her dungeon in Buckinghamshire, Lady Bellatrix give her houseboy sixty final strokes of her cane – each one for various accrued misdemeanors. Decked out in a latex catsuit, she instructs him to count down from sixty and thank her for each stroke. Perhaps it is the searing pain of the cane or maybe he is just too stupid to be capable of counting backwards, but his struggle is visible. By the halfway point, Bellatrix admires her work and notices that his backside is nice and shredded. See how he shudders and shakes and the caning intensifies. Rotating sides, she continues to land solid blows to his deserving red ass. When she gets down to the final ten strokes, the caning intensifies leaving him with some welts to remember her by. long after the session is over.