After his emotional whipping, it's time for caning. I start with a rattan cane, giving him red parallel strokes on his ass. He yelps, cries, and moans, and I increase the intensity. I add in the strokes until he cries again, broken down and with no choice to take more. And as he cries, I encourage him to take more for me, in service of his Da ddy. This is a real scene with real tears.