No, but she does flinch

To your surprise, your beautiful young guest does not end up flat on her back when the metal ring at the end of your strap unerringly finds her swollen clitoris again, but she does start jerking her hips from side to side as if to avoid more blows (or shake the pain from her nerve endings), screaming desperately, over and over.

"Hold still," you admonish her sternly and she somehow manages to comply, although she's trembling so intensely that you could scarcely describe her as still.

She babbles how sorry she is, the words barely making sense, so hard is she crying. You're not even sure whether she's asked for the next lash yet, but you're in a hurry, so you strike her again, this time widening your target to include the whole of her pudenda.

You continue thrashing her cunt for a few moments, her thanks now completely unintelligible between shrieks of agony. The next time you hit her precious bud, however, she reacts again, having to move her feet to keep from falling. That's enough excuse for you to increase the severity of her beating and you promptly tell her you're starting over and will double the punishment unless she learns to control herself.

This proves enough to break the slender blonde's spirit and she can do nothing but wail in total hysteria, whilst simultaneously remaining in the required position to await the resumption of her chastisement. Giving up on any hope of coherent speech, you decide to settle for the submissive proffering of her body, when Bethany interrupts deferentially.

"I think Skylark is begging you to double the punishment, Professor. I believe she's saying she deserves it."

Skylark nods at this, tears streaming over her forehead and into her flaxen hair.

"You can understand what she's saying?" You ask your grad-student, incredulously.

"I think so, Professor," she replies. "I've heard plenty of girls talking when they're sobbing and in terrible pain."

So have you, but it still sounds like nonsense words to your ears. Nonetheless, it seems she's right, although since you never said how many lashes you were planning to give, doubling the total makes little difference. At least Skylark appears to be keen to improve herself, even at the cost of excruciating suffering, but she still needs to learn that she has no say in her chastisement, whether seeking to increase or decrease it. That is a lesson you intend to teach, no matter how long it takes.

You beat the helpless teenager viciously until she's quite delirious with pain, a state you like to induce in all the young ladies sent to you for preparation. In fact, you only stop when your need for sexual relief outweighs your enjoyment in inflicting inhuman torment upon an exquisite beauty. Of course, most people would not find beauty in a body thrashed to a purple pulp, but you are not most people. There is one final ordeal for the delightful girl to endure, however.