"Good." I answer shortly as I focus, pulling the whip back to give it a few spins over my head, to get a feel of the weight and the length of it. I don't want to risk hurting you badly. I crack it twice on the air behind you; I know I'm still a few steps too far away, but I need to make sure I will be able to make it properly. "Okay..." I mutter while taking a breath and aiming, pulling the whip back and feeling the tug on my forearm before pulling it forward, hitting the frame once, just at the height of your shoulder.<br/><br/>"I'll begin now, one." I speak without raising my voice, both the echo and the silence of the room contributing to carry my voice to you. The whip cuts the air sharply and lands on your right buttock, the tip barely licking your skin in a light but sharp sting. I smile noticing I haven't lost the skill yet as I pull the whip back again, letting it fall on your left buttock, with a similar sting as before. The whip whooshes as it moves from front to back and then falls on you again, leaving another red mark next to the first. I take aim and pull the whip again, cracking it close to your back before pulling again to let it fall on that sweet spot I had discovered in your back, careful to avoid hitting the soft lower parts of your back that rest over delicate organs.