She will probably try to hide it and act strong, but even the slightest flicker in her eyes will tell me of the pain she experiences while sitting down. A gentle reminder for her to show the obedience I expect of her. She doesn't look at me while she slowly sinks onto her chair, supporting herself on the table as she went. She bites her lower lip, and her eyes squint for a moment when her sore butt meets the wooden chair. A sharp inhale accompanies the motion as she finally sits down. "Too cute," I say, trying to tease her, but she doesn't react to me. Instead, she grabs her coffee mug and lifts it up to her face, clinging to it with both hands as if her life depends on it. "It doesn't hurt that bad," she claims before she takes her first sip. "I'm glad to hear that," I say. "Because there's still more where that came from." She cannot hide the horror on her face when she turns around to me after that statement.
