You have FUCKED UP for the final time. So now I have you in front of Me, prostrate with fear, shaking on your knees with your fate hanging at the end of your leash. I brandish one of My favorite impact "tools," and I am about to correct you the way I feel most appropriate. Your skin is going to burn. You can bitch and yelp and cry all you want. No one is going to hear you or care. This is what you get, for being such a fuck-up. Maybe after a whipping, you'll think twice about how to be a better slave.