A cane

Your experience tells you without conscious thought that the best position for the ad hoc assessment will be to have the attractive thirty year old lie on her back upon the table. The bruises from the paddle make it slightly awkward for her to get there, exacerbated by the nervousness caused by the realization of how **** this makes her most sensitive areas. If she had been hoping that you would be concentrating on her relatively well padded, if currently rather sore, bottom, she's going to be disappointed. Nevertheless, she obeys without resistance and is soon looking straight up at the ceiling.

"We'll start with the whip," you inform the young brunette cheerfully. "Just three lashes, as long as you hold still and keep quiet. No need to count."

"Yes, thank, er, you, sir."

You lay on a stripe that stretches all the way from the outside of one thigh, across her belly and ends on the opposite breast. Unfortunately, her reaction is about as far from holding still and keeping quiet as it is possible to get. She curls up into a ball, pressing her arms to her tortured chest and screaming shrilly.

"Lie flat this minute or I'll give you twenty," you say, calmly. You almost never threaten—if a girl misbehaves, the appropriate response is more spanking, not the threat of more spanking unless she improves. However, you feel Yuina's inexperience requires unusual methods.

It seems to work, anyway, since she gets back into position with an almighty sob, her mouth moving for a moment as if trying to find the words she wishes to say, then she finally settles on "Sorry, er, so sorry, er, sir."

"I will repeat that and add one more, but I will not be so lenient in future."

"Yes, er, sir. Thank, er, you," she sobs.

The next four lashes test her to the limit. She flinches and whines after each one, but manages to avoid actually moving. By the end, her she's trembling so much her heels are drumming on the table and you think you may have found a winner, but there are three more implements to try and you wouldn't want to be anything less than thorough, so you swap whip for wide rubber strap.

You decide to go with four strokes this time and put the first across the Asian woman's thighs from the side. Despite a grunt of pain, she seems to cope better and the following blows, targeting hips, belly and tits respectively, do nothing to change your opinion that the heavy implement is less effective than paddle or whip.

Thinking of the paddle, you next use the smaller, round version of the same. You know girls find it particularly difficult to bear when several swats target the same spot, so you part Yuina's legs a little and smack her three times in quick succession on the inner thigh. This really gets the tears flowing and sends twitches through her leg, although she just about remains still. You give her a few moments to calm down, then follow up with another three to the side of her breast. Her body is rigid with the strain of not pulling away and she can't help moaning quietly.

Overall, you're quite impressed with the tiny object, bit there's one more implement to test and the slim brunette's breathing quickens when you pick up the four foot rod, indicating that she's even more anxious about this than the previous ones. It turns out she's right to be, because the first stroke to her thighs makes her howl and slap her hands over the offending welt, as though she can squeeze the pain out of her tormented flesh.

"No more, sir, please, er, no more," she begs through floods of tears, but you're having none of it.

"Two extras this time," you reply and with a groan of anguish, she submits, moving her hands out of the way.

She know enough by now to expect the repeat on the same spot, but the shocking agony still leaves her gasping for breath. You were planning two more strokes, one on belly, one on tits, but the extras double that, which doesn't make you at all sad. You take your time, but she still finds each blow almost impossible to bear, becoming increasingly frantic as her suffering increases. When you lay on the last weal, right over both nipples, she thrashes on the table briefly, before slumping limply, whimpering and whining in near hysteria.

Throughout the process, Himari has remained kneeling, staring straight ahead, with no reaction to her mistress's suffering. You're impressed with her self control and hope her girlfriend will learn some over the rest of her holiday.

Although the whip seems to be the winner, you also need to consider the amount of damage the implements cause, so you begin a detailed inspection of the various marks they've left upon the shapely young lady. She's sobbing so intensely that you hardly notice any increase in her agitation when you run your thumbs roughly over the bumps and bruises.

It turns out that the paddles and strap actually cause quite deep bruising that you judge would limit the amount of chastisement that could safely be applied to Yuina's sensitive flesh sufficiently that they would be undesirable, even if they caused the greatest suffering. Of the two remaining, you still think the whip hurt her more, but its weals come close to breaking her skin, whereas even the two cane strokes one on top of the other left a massive welt that looks like it could take another couple without real damage, so you finally decide on the rod.

The keening wail of utter despair when you inform her confirms your judgment and you're sure the implement will cause her a great deal of suffering in the days to come.