As the evening unfolds I realize My slave has forgotten a dreadfully large portion of the good manners I had once carved into his dumb head. Goddess Sombra and I quickly devise a most devious plot, We shall suspend the idiot and cane the stupidity right out of him. This will be his first caning ever and it will be a merciless one. Even he comes to realize mercy is not for the wayward like him. Despite the obvious turmoil he faces, he takes his beating.

Hanging, stretched out, like a hide just ripped off some wilder-, he takes his punishment like a whiny boy. We have no sympathy for...

As the evening unfolds I realize My slave has forgotten a dreadfully large portion of the good manners I had once carved into his dumb head. Goddess Sombra and I quickly devise a most devious plot, We shall suspend the idiot and cane the stupidity right out of him. This will be his first caning ever and it will be a merciless one. Even he comes to realize mercy is not for the wayward like him. Despite the obvious turmoil he faces, he takes his beating.

Hanging, stretched out, like a hide just ripped off some wilder-, he takes his punishment like a whiny boy. We have no sympathy for this fool, as long as he is alive at the end we will be glad. This beating is not the last one of the evening, or even the last one he will ever receive. Maintaining proper slave form takes effort and diligence. Something a weak man would know little about. This is perfectly fine because Goddess Sombra and Myself are avid teachers of the protocol, and passionate believers in corporal punishment.