I resist the urge to reach out when Lelika bends over - I'll have plenty of opportunities to interact with her bottom over our journey, and our lives. But I do fetch my small whip as well, the prayer-whip. Reaching under her armpit, as we begin our prayers I slap the leather across her pretty bottom.<br/><br/>"Glorious Loviatar, we give ourselves to you this day in body, mind and soul. We worship you and love you, and ask for your blessings as we embark on a quest to do your will and bring your burning reach to the world..."<br/><br/>The prayer continues, and so does the whipping. Because of the angle, we can't leave blazing welts, just work up a hot pain and start to turn the skin red. But it is certainly enough. At the end of our prayer, I take a small vial from my bag, remove the stopper, and pour the deep crimson fluid into my mouth. I allow it to swirl about by tongue, feeling the shooting pain of others running through my body before swallowing. I can feel it, the branding and lashing that another has received to produce this pain, and shudder, almost orgasmically from the sensations.<br/><br/>"Okay... let's... let's arrange our bath."