(Oh. Well I added that in as well so it meant both now.)<br/><br/>Lelika had forgotten about the second part of her punishment and she winces inside as she recalls her shame at what happened during the canning. -That will not happen this time- she thinks to herself determinedly, adding -Next time I will accept that soft whip anywhere on my body- as she considers her folly, enjoying the more tender attention her body receives, however shortly it may be for.<br/><br/>Your comment about public worship has her thinking. She had always considered pain in the name of Loviatar to be a private matter between members of her church. That was after all the only way she had ever experienced or witnessed it. But with your words she realizes it is not always so, as executions and flogging will often be public. It is not thought in words, but you also get a sense of amusement as she considers this realization.<br/><br/>She stops thinking about the matter when you sit on the bed, placing herself in your lap with her palms on her knees least she need to dig her nails into something. With her legs spread she awaits the first slap, not allowing her body to relax too much from your pleasant fondling least the pain catch her off guard again. Her approach works and she silently acknowledges the pain with a twitch of her lower body, the movement causing the sharp bones of her hips briefly digging into you. Your slaps continue and Lelika receives each with that same twitch and a sharp intake of breath on the fourth.<br/><br/>After the twelfth there is a knock at the door and, after hearing confirmation from you, the plumb serving girl enters with a plate in each hand and a jug of wine balanced carefully under one arm. Seeing the sight before her eyes she freezes, only to place the food and drink on the floor as quickly as possible, spilling half the wine amid a flurry of apologizes for disturbing you. Having delivered your meal she then flees, slamming the door behind her. Through her pain Lelika giggles, although it comes to the half-elf with the troubling realization that she does not know how many more slaps she is to receive.