It still hurts with his ass already sore, even if it is half-as hard. The hand sliding over his ass had hurt, even, instead of soothed like it normally would.

He has to do this right. He has to. He chokes out 'eleven, sir,' as the cane hits him, and even though it's half as hard, his legs are starting to shake. He's exhausted and tired and in pain and still, somehow, despite all of this, hard. And now he wants nothing more than for this to finish, but he'll follow through.

He needs Liam to approve. He needs Liam and his oxy and his praise and he needs to not fuck this up.