Now first things first. I know for a fact that Mood films are not still producing films. I believe their castings films are still going as also are Elite Pain, but the ordinary Mood films are sadly a thing of the past, so I am going to apply a caveat here and say, I have no idea how good their ordering system is. I have no reason to doubt their dealings with people, but on the other hand, I cannot vouch for it either. Caveat tempor is all I will say.

One thing I will vouch for and say is, the Mood films are almost universally good, some very good, some just off the scale as superb. Yes, they are that good and this one is about the best.

The second thing to remember is this is not phoney or staged. Oh no!! This is the real deal. For those who like long, languid stays at the Hotel Mamby Pamby, where the hand cream is provided along with chocolates and puppy dogs to stroke, I suggest you stay there and steer well clear of this. These films are for those who like stays at the hotel Bastardos, where hand guns are an option for shooting the rats in the room and the toilet paper is that sharp, crinkly stuff. That’s Mood films.

Thing is, these are the real deal. No Japanese mingers getting all tied up in short plaid skirts and pretending to cry. These babes aren't acting because there is no acting. They hurt and in the end, hurt like hell. So if you like that, read on. If not, well there are Mickey Mouse movies on YouTube.

The scenario is typically East European. We are supposed to believe these three have agreed to be whipped rather than do a stretch in stir. Yeh, yeh. Fine, off we go.

They are all in the examining room waiting to be processed and none of them are Raquel Welch, but they are all presentable enough.

Examinations are conducted in turn by a babe who knows as much about medical science as my pet cat and it’s off to the punishment room with her. Yippee!!

First the babe is tied up with a laborious roping and strange wooden bar set up at the hips and neck to stop the babe writhing I guess, but it’s over the top and one of the very few minuses I put on this film.

She’s cute enough and also oddly is wearing shoes? But I digress. The whipping starts and this one melts in a heartbeat. Writhing and moaning from the start and complaining that it even hit her breast, which in every case the whip does.

But this is the starter for ten and no conferring as that’s all she gets…ten. It really wasn't worth tying her all up for that, but OK.

The second babe is cuter and blonde. Same preamble, and just as boring, but this one is tougher than the first and takes her strokes well but again only has ten.

The third is another blonde and this one can take a whipping and does. This babe gets a full fifty and full they are too. Well laid on and even hitting the breasts as well. Worthy stuff indeed.

By the time they are done with her, she’s had enough and is ready to be let down.

Time to roll in the toughie and in she comes.

Now she’s not the prettiest of lasses, but having said that, I wouldn't push her away to get to the TV remote switch either.

Blonde, a little older I'd guess and a woman I have seen tough it out in other Mood productions and this one can take her medicine well and I mean well.

She gets tied and needs to be for what she has coming.

And off we go. If I tell you that stroke one lands in the 28th minute of a 42 minute production, that may measure it a little for you.

The strokes are hard and brutal and her expressions with the first strokes are a picture as are those of the spiteful bitch handling the whip.

The whipping goes on and on and on. We are given no indication of just how many strokes any of these babes are up for until the whippings end and this just carries on.

She takes the earlier strokes well enough, but after fifteen, she starts to moan. The strokes are really laid on and this is hurting.

But how many is she going to get? We say.

We all knew it wasn't going to be ten. Fifty? Well at that point there’s a quick medical. It can carry on we hear. Must be seventy five…Oh no!...What, eighty? No. Ninety then…oh no!

Oh bloody hell, the full hundred. Well at a hundred lashes there’s another medical and then it goes on some more.

Now I don't know what happens to the whip girl here, but at ninety she seems to flip and seems to set out to slaughter the babe. She really leans into it and lets rip. This lass could whip for the Russians in the Olympics. Now there’s an event I WOULD watch.

So we go on. 125 I hear you say…well, add five. Yes, five. This babe gets a full blooded, unreserved 130 lashes and whatever she was paid, well, it wasn't enough. Her back is a morass of welts and bruises, she is one well whipped, well sorted hottie and has the lashes to show for it too.

As I said this is not a film for the faint of heart or for those who shrink away from the real deal, because that is what this is. It’s tough, it’s brutal and I loved it all I say with just a hint of shame.

My criticisms are few. Firstly I hated the tying procedure which we have to sit through every time and surely we could have done away with those bloody thick, wooden beams. I mean, what were they for? And the one at the neck spared the victims a lot of the whiplash effect. So many times you hear the whip ring out as it hits it. Perhaps that was one of the reasons for using it maybe.

Secondly the bitch doing the whipping. Oh she was brutal enough and what she lacked in size she more than made up for in enthusiasm, but hold the whip right babe. At the end, not halfway down the whip stock!!! Shoddy indeed, give her fifty lashes!

Also I have to say, I like to see a babe in trousers, I think they look sexy, so let them keep them up. Lowering them as they did bared nothing more for the whip girl to hit, so let’s see them dance with the pants fully up.

Those are the criticisms and they are blissfully few.