The secret to reliable discipline is breaking down her stubborn will and also penalizing her harshly up until she is really sorry. Stevie lays across the bed, her bottom rose for punishing cuts of the cane. Starting gradually, the strokes whistle with the air, punctuated by her weeps. Her fresh fueled oil skin enhances the melt of each stroke. Reaching back to massage the unbearable burning, she cries throughout the ordeal.
