I Beat You for Your Own Good

I beat my husband for his own good, and he understands that. He can never quite satisfy me, though, and needs constant discipline.  I get him over my knees, showing that his ass has already been badly beaten.  The best slaves are the strong ones, and I tell him that I will crop him brutally, after which he must prepare a bubble bath with essential oils, bring champagne and rub my shoulders.  "Make me a rare steak, I like my meat , after all". I crop his ass, showing no mercy, and instruct him to prepare a bubble bath with essential oils and glass of champagne for myself, and a salt bath for his wounds  (in the other bathroom, of course).  I don't want him to join me in luxury, I just want to hear him wail.