Lelika eyes the riding crop, preparing her body to receive it against her skin, knowing this one will hurt more than the last. However, she did not expect you to hit her on such an intimate spot. As the cured leather leaves it angry red marking on her breast she utters a short cry of pain, her body stunned as all its muscles contract in shock. The second strike breaks this spell and she back away with pain induced fear. She looks at you with moist, pleading eyes, her breath caught in her throat, her arms raised to shield her chest. However she has resided herself and soon drops her defences, returning to you biting her lip, nails clenched into her palms.<br/>It takes all her self control to endure the next two strikes to her right breast that leaves her body rocking forwards and backwards unsteadily. Her lips are bleeding from where teeth tore the skin and her palm displaying a row of four curved lines from her nails, the colour returning to her knuckles as she opens her palms.<br/>Kneeling down in the circle of candles, unashamed now to cup her breasts with her hands, Lelika lowers her head, a single tear escaping to fall to the floor. The marking of her cheeks is accepted with the usual twitch of her body, the reaction more intense to match the painful stimuli as she hunches her shoulders together and dips forwards after each blow. Additionally she is unable to prevent herself from gasping, and on the third strike has to choke away a sob. Believing it to be over she then relaxes, aware of you as you straddle her kneeling form but not expecting any more pain, and so the strike against her ass hole catches the half-elf completely off guard. She screams, and jumps forwards, out from between your legs, rolling away across the floor. She rises several feet away, knocking over one of the candles which she quickly fixes.<br/>“I am sorry mistress. I have felt the caress of Loviatar before, but you deliver it particularly well,” she murmurs, wiping the tears from her eyes. With quivering fingers and a tear streaked face she takes the riding crop from you, waiting several moments to steady herself. Even then her first strike is off, running nearly an inch below your nipple and leading to a wonky X when she correct her aim for the second strike. The blow if powerful compared to the whip, either from an increased familiarity with this weapon, a desire to complete this ritual properly or to get revenge on you, or maybe a bit of all three.<br/>This time she does not release the riding crop as she guides you into a kneeling position which her free hand, continuing to imitate the steps of ritual in your fashion. When it comes to the final strike she must have raised her hand as high as possible, having not seen you perform the strike and simply assuming you had done so as well. The blow, the hardest you have received from your novice yet, demonstrates that whilst she is not too strong, she is quite accurate with a riding crop.<br/>Bowing her head Lelika then offers you the instrument. Raising her eyes she gazes at the nine tailed whip and shivers. “Mistress, please tie me up. I do not want to shame myself by losing control again,” she pleads softly.