- the look of anticipation on her face as she squints her eyes, hiding from the pain that will come.
- the clinched muscles on her face as she tightens her jaw in an attempt to accept the pain.
- the way her forearms flex as she makes fists to work through the pain.
- the way her mouth quivers when I miss on purpose, expecting the pain and not getting it. The anguish of withholding her torment evident in her moaning.
- the satisfied sigh and mewing she makes when my fingers rub across the red hot welts.
- the salted stain on my shirt from the tears that stream down her face as the endorphins run through her, whilst I hold her. Letting her know its over, and that she did good.
- the yelp she makes as she sits down from getting me a drink after snuggle time
- the way she carefully puts on pants for the next few days.
- the look in her eyes as she admires the marks, longing for them to remain, anticipating the next time they will be made