>Suisei walks into your office the day after her performance
>she is impeccably dressed as always, every little detail is perfect
>You get up from your chair, enthusiastically greeting her. "What a performance! It was great!"
>Suisei just shakes her head. "No, sir."
>She looks into your eyes as you give her a quizzical look. "It wasn't perfect, sir."
>"Everything I do, everything I strieve to be, it must be perfect. Else... there must be consequences."
>This isn't the first time. It's practically a ritual, and you know what to do
>"Very well, then. You know the procedure."
>Suisei nods, and begins unfastening her belt. Then she unbuttons her dress, slowly, methodically taking it off
>It is meticulously placed atop a chair. She doesn't seem to be paying attention to the fact that she is now standing before your prying eyes in her underwear, trying neither to hide from, nor showing off to you
>she takes her knickers off next, placing them on top of her dress
>she finally folds her hands in front of her privates, waiting for you to give the next order
>you swat her hands lightly with your hand. "No covering."
>Suisei has the decency to look embarrassed, and places her hands behind her head, leaving you with an unimpeded view of her privates
>"I'm afraid this calls for additional punishment. Your bra, young lady."
>Suisei nods, her cheeks reddening slightly as she unclasps and then takes off her bra, putting it next to her knickers. You take in the gorgeous view of her small, pink nipples and small, yet shapely breasts
>"Bend over the desk, young lady," you say, already reaching for the cane that hangs on the office's wall. Suisei obeys without hesitation, her shapely behind waiting for the sharp kiss of your cane
>you test swing a few times, and you can see Suisei grasping for the desk's edge in anticipation, waiting for the first real blow
>you provide it, drawing a bright red line across Suisei's bottom with the first of six strokes. Suisei lets out a sharp yelp, then her breath steadies again. This isn't the first time she has been over your desk
>a second stroke follows, and you pay special attention to her gloved fingers, desperately holding on to the desk's edge
>a third stroke, and this time Suisei can no longer keep her composure, her yelp and sharp breath turning into a scream, her legs flailing about widely. Nevertheless, after you leave her a few moments to compose herself, she once again enters the position
>you could add extra strokes for this, but in truth, it is unavoidable for Suisei, or indeed anyone, to react like this, and you're not going to treat her unfairly
>The fourth stroke elicits another scream, though Suisei just barely manages to hold on to the desk, her breasts pressing against it, desperate to not disappoint you and worse, herself, by leaving her position altogether
>the fifth stroke, and it's a first. Five parallel lines, five angry red welts have been drawn across Suisei's bare bottom and upper thighs, and yet she still hasn't jumped up in pain, trying to protect her behind, or at least recover from the punishment. When you'd given her her first caning, she'd gotten up by the third. It was the only time, ever since then she managed to hold out until the fourth fourth and eventually, the fiffh stroke
>you resolve to make the sixth one expecially memorable, and it is. As the stroke lands, Suisei screams, and finally, she is no longer able to hold on to your desk. Instead she jumps up and covers her behind with her hands, uncaring of the easy view this gives you to her womanhood and breasts. There are tears in her eyes, and soon enough you can hear her sobbing
>after a minute, Suisei recovers, her face now a mess. You're hugging her, and she's briefly reciprocating, pressing her tearful face and breasts against your body before, after another minute, pushing you away once more. She is once again the Suisei you know, calm, composed, in control. Even her nudity doesn't change this.
>"I'm sorry, sir." She's referring to leaving the position after the last stroke.
>You decline to answer, instead gesturing towards the corner. "Half an hour," you say.
>Suisei nods and quickly gets in position, facing the corner, hands on head
>you look at your schedule. Miko should be knocking on your door in ten minutes
