In a sea of old and new bruises, one mark stands out. A classic cane mark, sharp, precise, deep, red (then lilac, black, green, yellow, fading), beautiful. A better hit than the others this day. The little slave does not bruise easily, and He works hard to produce them, so every bruise she shall wear with pride. Every mark is evidence of her Owner’s Ownership of her. Every mark is a source of joy for her Owner. This is how it should be thought of: a really sharp cane lash hurts the slavegirl intensively for ten seconds only, but gives her Owner pleasure for a week. The slave’s ten seconds pain is entirely irrelevant in light of her Owner’s longer pleasure. And in addition, her pain, her petite body writhing, her screams, (if we are good) her tears are in themselves balm for her Owner’s soul. The more marks, the better.

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