He had made her very ashamed.
She had avoided his eyes while he made her admit it. Her soft pleas of “I forgot” were dismissed and more realistic accounts demanded.
She was ashamed when she told him. She was ashamed when he made her wait in the corner with her hands tucked into the small of her back. He made her ashamed when he told her to bend over and ashamed of the way she cried out when he struck her.
But afterwards, when she looked over her back in the mirror at the trail he had left, she smiled.
She felt quietly very proud.
Poppy, One might not admit it but the admitting is the hardest part. That in its self is something to be proud of.
Yikes, those marks look ouchy. Yes, she should feel proud. Both admission and submission takes courage.
Poppy, good morning.
One should never be ashamed of genuine feelings.
Yes the cane hurts.
The fact that one has accepted the needed correction, is reason enough to be q
PS,
and warm 
sorry, must have hit the wrong key.
,is reason enough to be quietly proud.
Paul.
Cruel, Mindy and Paul, I am sorry I did not reply earlier. I was having a lap top melt down and I am in the middle of nowhere. (and loving it)
I love how a skilled Top can take two diverse feelings and bring them together leaving a girl with only the best of them. It is a wonderful talent.