Already on edge, your mere touch causes the girl to tense up, twitching ever so slightly away from you. As such you have a difficult time getting your finger to her anus, and she can take no pleasure in your touch when you do. “Yes...thanks you,” she gasps in relief at your compromise.<br/><br/>Despite her broken confidence however, her body appears to have toughened up to the cane, as she takes the next five strikes with far greater ease. Each sting causes a small jump in her body, and her nails are pressed into her skin, but she maintains her position and does not cry out a second time, merely grunting softly twice.<br/><br/>For the last blow her nervous anticipation returns, and when your cane strikes her delicate backdoor you are sure you will hear her scream again, but she does not. She falls to the floor in pain, fists clenched and face contorted, but no sound of her suffering escapes her lips.<br/><br/>Soon she calms down enough to breath normally, and for a moment it seems like she will get up to receive the rest of her punishment. She refrains however, not wanting to alter the agreement for the second time, and instead walks towards you on all fours across the rush mats.<br/><br/>When she reaches you she stands up on her knees and hugs your lower back, shameful eyes looking up at you before she presses her head against you belly. “Forgive me mistress. I was unprepared for your enthusiasm with the whip. No one else had wielded one against me with such skill,” then after a pause, “My skin is too soft, you must make it tougher,”