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Zefira: *brushes her hand over his back* This will be safer for you than having your face buries in blankets. *but instead of the cane, he'll feel the prick of a blade at the back of his neck... before she carefully cuts the back of his shirt open.*

Darnell: *starts to retort but he catches himself, then breath /hitches/ at the feel if the blade, and he presses harder to the wall, arms /pulling/ on the cuffs on his wrists in sheer reaction*

Zefira: *draws the point of the blade up his spine, just a light touch, a scratch that won't even mark his skin. She'll pass the knife off and finally tap the cane to his back again.*

Darnell: *miserable murmur, trying to brace himself for this...*

Zefira: *and so she'll begin. The beating isn't anything like he's had before. It hurts, yes, but the strikes are never as hard as they could be. Sharp, stinging, but never overwhelming. He can feel the heat and tingling burn across his back, but never do the strikes threaten to overwhelm him with pain. She'll pause often to brush her hand over the stinging welts and only when she's satisfied will she stop. She'll even pull his pants up for him, nails lightly scratching his bruised bottom as she does so.*

Darnell: *STILL NOT HAPPY but finding he can tolerate this a /lot/ better than he was afraid of . . . still, he /hurts/, and is /relieved/ when it's over, panting into the wall and shaking even as she pulls his pants back up into place, /hissing/ and clenching away from her at the nails*

Zefira: *hugs him to her so she can tie the pull strings of his pants. She even trails light kisses along his shoulder and up the side of his neck* You’ve been very good for me today. I will reward you for that.