You spot something.

You look at Kinsley's bottom. Half a dozen red stripes stand in stark contrast to her pale bottom. As she stands stoic in the corner with her hands above her head, you turn to put the cane away. As you turn something catches your attention out of the corner of your eye. You look closer at the love seat and notice a dark spot on the red fabric arm.

Knowing it wasn't there before, you reach your hand down and touch the spot. You notice it's wet, and bring your fingers to your nose. Your suspicions are confirmed, it smells like a woman's sex. Walking calmly and silently you walk over to your desk and set the cane upon it. You then walk behind Kinsley, without her knowledge and place two fingers on the outside of her womanly lips. You feel the wetness from her sex and know you have identified the source of the problem.

"Kinsley," you speak firmly, "perhaps there's something you want to tell me."

"Yes sir, sorry sir, but being caned turns me on. I don't know why, I'm so sorry sir."

"Kinsley, your punishment is not a reward, it is to correct you and teach you how to behave properly in the future."

"Yes sir, sorry sir. Are you going to punish me more?"