It's oh so very hard to keep her already wavering composure from cracking, and it gets harder with each crack of the cane against her ass, and by the fourth one she's whimpering; the sixth makes her cry out before Charlotte gives it a rest. Tears welling in her eyes, Tavris looks back over her shoulder, giving a tiny nod. It hurts, but she needs to do this if she wants to stop having all those awful thoughts.

And, well, a part of her likes it. She might not recognize why, but she likes that someone else has this much control over her, likes the stinging pain that somehow mingles with pleasure in her mind and makes her cunt throb.

"You could. You could do more. If that would help."