My friend Lady Selly and I are eager to release some tension, and this limp slave is just what we need. We secure him to the X-cross and begin relentlessly slapping him: me on one side, Selly on the other, we take turns hitting him, alternating hands, with the back of our hands, with the palm, until his skin starts to warm. Our hands are warm too, we pause for a moment to rest, but he dares to try to kiss our hands, drooling and needing to be punished with one last sequence of hits.