Her turmoil under Mistress Laura continues when the demure little tart is hung on the wooden frame by her dainty risks. Stretched and strained by ropes and chains with each of her four limbs tied off.
Her poor bruised body is subjected to a dose of the whip punctuated by a routine slap from Laura’s large smarting hand. She screams, yanks and gyrates against the unyielding bonds that hold in a strained position. In the end Nelli’s bottom is a mass of burning red blotches and throbbing welts.