I am proud of my slave. she grows and develops. At times though, she needs to be corrected. Tied up, exposed, and helpless she is subjected to the cane. she squirms and screams, toss and turn in her ropes, pushed to her limit. But the caning goes on in a steady rhythm till her resistance is broken. Only when she receives blow after blow without moving or making any sound at all, there is a chance the caning will end. Eventually, an hour later, helpless and broken, the slave is in her right place. I am proud of her again.

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