You take the switch

Candace still looks serious, but somehow lighter, when you take the switch from her hand. She stands up and bends expertly at the hips, displaying impressive mobility as she grips the park bench straight-backed. You need to shift around her awkwardly as you stand up, but you get the feeling she wouldn't budge if you leaned or even stepped on her as you get into position.

You do a few practice swings of the willow switch to get a sense of its movement and sound, which Candace responds to by arching her back more.

A few taps on her bottom and - Crack!

"Ungh!" she grunts.

A few more taps just below the line you've just drawn, and - Crack!

"Arrrrrg!!"

A third line, this one just above -

"Ahw, FUCK!" she grunts in response, twitching but getting right back into position.

You're getting more comfortable with this instrument. Your fourth swing lands across all three lines you'd already painted on her beautiful skin -

"AAAHRGHFUCKME!!!"

Her screams get louder for the next four strokes, all her anger seemingly spilling out as she dances under your instrument. Her response to your ninth stroke is an exhausted "Ungh" and to the tenth she blurts out 'ten, sir. Thank you, sir'.

"I think that'll do for now" you say and she straightens, looking relieved.

"Could you... could you rub my welts, sir?" she asks almost casually.

"Sure", you say, motioning her over to a drinking fountain. You wet your hands and she stands close to you, looking up with big eyes. She ghasps as your wet hands touch her hot bottom, and then leans into you, drawing deep breaths as you massage the painful aftermath of your discipline.

"Thank you sir. I am grateful you will watch over me" she says eventually, pulling up her shorts to just under where her welts begin.

"I look forward to our next session" you say, and she grins, kissing you on the cheek before jogging off, her punished ass on display for the world to see.