You freeze before apologizing for what you just said. He simply looks at you before saying that you know that isn't going to be good enough. You watch him walk to the bench and pick up the cane. As he turns around you start to get that feeling in the bottom of your gut you only get when you know you've messed up. You listen to him as he walks behind you, tensing as he rips the cane through the air.
You hang your head when he tells you that your getting 20 with the cane, knowing that you won't be able to sit comfortably for the next week or so. You're brought out of your thoughts by the excruciating pain that lands upon your ass, screaming as the pain fully forms in your mind. You barely remember to count and thank him. Your mind is trying to hang on through each stroke counting each as if hoping that it'll pass sooner. As each stroke lands you realize more and more just how much he despises it when you curse. As the last stroke hits you scream with full force, your ass is bruised and bleeding and the pain is resonating deep within burning it into your very soul not to disappoint him again.
With tears running down your face you see him walk past you towards the bench where he places the cane in it's place. He turns to you and walks over looking into your eyes with his. He wipes the tears from your face and tells you that he hopes you're ready for more, because your punishment is just beginning.