Meet Sadie, a dusky-skinned, green-eyed cutie who is so cute you'll think it absolutely evil that someone would want to whip her. And you would be right, because there’s nothing better that whipping a dusky-skinned, green-eyed cutie (unless, of course, you're whipping Amanda).

Whipping-Films.Com is not a big-budget production studio, so they make do with what they have, which is a temporary set stage that doubles as a den, consumer-grade cameras, and a whole lot of ambition. Take for example, the picture above. See that man standing in the fireplace? He’s there to get what the GoPro camera hanging from the ceiling doesn't get, nor the camera peeking through the white privacy screen, nor the other camera behind her right shoulder, nor the camera that took this picture, nor the camera you don't see that is mounted just off to her left, nor the other camera held by another guy at the top of the stairs that you can't see from this angle. If nothing else, Whipping-Films.Com has plenty of cameras; just none of them are professional-grade. But, they get the job done so I can't really complain too much about it. Fortunately, Sadie is so great in this film that she balances out those little drawbacks. After the first stroke hits her, you'll forget about the man behind the curtain.

The scene opens with Sadie going down the stairs and taking off her clothes, then stepping over to what I'll call “the whipping zone” where she’s bound to the cuffs hanging from the ceiling and her ankles are bound to leather cuffs anchored by heavy chains to a large piece of wood that she’s standing on. She’s not going anywhere. It’s quick, it’s temporary, and it’s effective. It also allows us to appreciate her curves.

The guy in the green shirt is the man that gets the privilege of whipping her. You would think he'd dress a little bit better for the occasion, but oh well. Maybe he was going to catch a stock car race afterwards.

Once she’s secured in place, she’s given a few warm-up shots, just to prepare her for the long beating she’s about to endure. As The Man in the Green Shirt comes to check on her, she makes the mistake of saying, “That didn't hurt.” Ooooh. Wrong answer.

And then it’s time to get down to business. His business is pain, and he knows how to conduct it.

She bears up to the next series of strokes very well, and when the Man in the Green Shirt comes over to check on his handiwork, she says she’s cold. His solution? He'll warm up her backside some more. The whipping resumes.

She begins to shiver as the lash falls against her skin, first a little trembling in her nice, perky ass, then it becomes more noticeable. My first thought was “Wow, she really is cold.” But then, she begins to shiver uncontrollably and I begin to think that maybe what’s really happening is she’s scared to death but doesn't want to let on about it.

The whipping continues.

So does the shivering.

The Man in the Green Shirt comes over to check on her. She exhales like she’s at a Packers game in January. He asks her if it’s starting to hurt. She says it isn't. “Well, as long it doesn't hurt,” he says as he slaps her ass and takes his position behind her to deliver more strokes.

The beating resumes.

She takes it well.

Other than the shivering, which, by now, I'm starting to wonder isn't some form of psychological shock coping mechanism. The expressions on her face as the whip falls against her body are fantastic; a great mix of frustration, pain, anger, and defiance as she absorbs her pain. Eventually, she begins to cry out and pull against the chains holding her body.

And then it’s over.

She’s reached the proscribed number of lashes.

She smiles.

Overall, this isn't a bad clip. It’s not the best, but it’s probably the best that could've been done with the resources available. To make a great video, you need three things: (a) a beautiful actress, (b) great action, and (c) great production equipment. This has two out of three, which ain’t bad. Sadie certainly does her part, and is certainly watchable even though she’s being recorded on consumer-grade equipment in some guy’s den. Which, if you think about it, means that people like you and me could go out, pay some money to a hot chick, and bring her back to the pad to shoot a video that’s just as good as this one (assuming we could afford a girl as hot as Sadie that would be willing to take the abuse that Sadie does).