The paddling would soon be learned.  That the pain delivered onto Daio.  Would actually be detriment to breaking her.   For it seems she is immune to it.   Not that she did not feel its sting, as her back side is bruised by the studs of the paddle.   No it helped her to focus, to maintain that iron will focus.   Of course Walter might not notice this.  But he seem to be a bright lummox of a large man.  So just perhaps he would catch this.<br/><br/>Now the thrusts came harder.   As Walter rapes her now with plunging his cock to fully impale inside of her.    It is after five smacks she feels her ass pulled and she is drawn out of the water.   In which she would turn her head and spit out a stream of water collected on the head of the mace.   Rinsing off the blood.   This pattern is repeated another three more times.  Each one a total of five smacks of the paddle.    Each time followed by her with the water at the mace.<br/><br/>The last time she is not forced back into the water.  Instead she is suddenly turned and throw face first upon the metal floor.  Her jaw hitting and her head bouncing off.  Would not bruise her but it would daze her in the moment, as if getting hit in a violent collision.   Her thoughts rocked with the words of love.  The focus hard in her state of equilibrium.   In nearly being knocked out.     Walter would fall silent as he just simply engaged in raping her.   Her mind clearing, plagued by the taunts of if she could love.  As the constant pounding is kept up,  even with it now going on nearly twenty minutes.<br/><br/>Walter would not realize that the words from Honey, her naive failing at the prospect of love winning out.  It has had a profound effect upon Daio.   As her mind dared to wrap around the prospect.  Dare to think she could have such.     However, truly not knowing of emotions.    Daio has not bases to know what love is. This would prove most important in the future.