I very rarely allow worship of My sacred hands, but today I invite My slave to hold them. he is invited to cherish and kiss each finger before I slap him 100 hundred times across the face with them. I can already smell his fear, if he fails or falters the count will start again. I love holding his gaze as My palm connects with his cheek, I can see the pain wash over him and swallow him whole. he is struggling by 50, tears in his eyes and his body shaking. i knock him over a few times, unsure he will even be awake to make the count. This only spurs Me to slap harder, he starts to cry and I start to smile.
