The rump in front of you is quivering slightly as Lelika awaits in nervous anticipation her punishment. “I...I will keep my position mistress,” she promises determinedly, repositioning her hands to grip her ankle, nails set against her own skin.<br/>As you go over the details of the penalty stroke she merely nods her head, a comic sight with her body bent in such a fashion. The tip of the cane against her backdoor provokes a spasm of the muscles to ripple across her rear, and when you twist it inwards ever so slightly she cries out in panic, “Mistress please no!”<br/>She sighs in relief as the cane is withdrawn, and it is the relief that is your novice’s undoing as she is now unprepared for the first strike of deep, stinging pain. The initial few sounds of a scream escape her lips before it is strangled and she jumps forwards, away from the pain. When she turns to face you she is the image of a broken girl, her expression fearful and hesitant, eyes brimming with tears, her body shrinking down, a hand moving to hear rear to inspect the damage. “I am...I am sorry, mistress. I have felt the caress of Lova-Loviatar before, but...,” she gasps, unable to finish the formality.<br/>She soon recovers enough to approach you, dragging her feet shamefully. She reassumes her position, but her confidence is gone. She gulps deep breaths of air, and even the anticipation of a second blow is enough to cause her to dig her nails into her flesh. “Forgive me mistress,” she pleads, “I can't take another dozen,”