Imagine the pleasure one must derive enjoying a comfortable chair and a glass of wine as your slaves are disciplined by another. If they were mine I'd probably repeat this scenario weekly. Just because I could.
Compare this to those silly whippings where they get one weak stroke then the whipper walks around for five minutes before the next stroke. Ugh! That said, this whip must be made of cotton candy ...all those strokes and the skin is barely even pinkened.
