I take the strokes slowly and carefully, leaving a gap of up to half a minute between each one to let the pain reach a peak, and right at that peak, that is when the next lands, always a few inches away. At the end, there are six vivid welts lining her bottom, the highest being an inch or so lower than her tainbone, the lowest being right across her sit-spots, the tender crease where buttocks meet thighs.<br/><br/>After the six, I instruct her to reach back and spread her cheeks for me, and it pleases me that she does as she is told. She is an obedient girl, I must admit, but still, I deliver that final stroke to her pretty rosebud just as firmly as the rest, landing a welt down that tender groove. Only when I am done to I put the cane down and tell her she can rise - however her actions do surprise me. I smile down at her, gently running my hands through her hair.<br/><br/>"Dear Lelika... you have actually done well. The cane is a vicious tool, and you accepted six without earning more than one penalty - and that penalty did not draw out more penalties. You took it well. I am pleased with you. Don't worry, over time I will help improve your tolerance to pain. Please rise now, I want to kiss you before we bathe and eat. And bathing will be much more gentle than that of last night."