However vulnerable she felt, he knew how to make it worse. 'Would you like me to decide how many strokes you deserve? I'll tell you what. You think how many you deserve and I will as well. If my number is less than yours we will do yours and if yours is less than mine we will do both. Well? 'Oh, I don't know. Eight?' He laughed. 'Well I'm glad you take your disobedience so seriously. I was only thinking of another three, but if you want eight then...