I calmly accept each blow of the lash, wincing a little from the pain - especially when the diagonal lashes cross over one another, leaving a criss-cross of welts - but making no noise. Besides, it still feels good, Loviatar blessed me with a love for pain, something I will teach Lelika.<br/><br/>When it is offered to me, I accept the whip, rise, and place it on the bed. I then take hold of the riding crop, flexing it slightly.<br/><br/>"It is through pain that we know we are alive, through pain that we can feel pleasure. The kiss of leather upon flesh awakens us to reality, and reminds us of the love of our goddess. Lelika, during our partnership, you will belong to me, just as I will belong to you. As such, I place upon you the markings of our bond, to let you feel the pain you need."<br/><br/>With a vicious backhand, I deliver a stroke of the riding crop across Lelika's left breast, up the top. And then another blow to cross over it, forming a red X. I pause... then repeat this pattern on her right breast. I let her catch her breath and steady herself if need be, then tilt her forwards once more. The pattern repeats, a backhand stroke and a regular one to mark her left buttock with an X, hard to make out amongst the welts from the various whippings. And then again to the right buttock. The final stroke though, is different. I stand astride her kneeling form, facing the direction her rump is pointing... and swing downwards, to land the cured leather slapper of the crop against her delicate ass hole.<br/><br/>After this, I kneel before my novice, holding the crop out to her and sliding my knees a little wider apart to help - when she delivers the final one, she won't have a large target, so it will help for my buttocks to be spread a little.<br/><br/>"Lelika, I have symbolically branded you. Though the pain will fade within the hour, and the welts within a day or two, you will hold the importance within your heart, in your spirit. Likewise must you brand me so that I will remain linked to you always."