"Good," he said, his voice firm but approving. "You're learning. Now, let's move on to the next pose."

I stood on the table, still trying to process the pain and humiliation of the previous pose. Leo's instructions for the next pose, "inspection", were clear: I needed to raise my hands behind my head and widen my legs out more.

As I tried to assume the pose, I couldn't help but reflect on what Leo had made me do to widen my legs.

Leo used the cane to hit my inner thighs, the stinging pain making me cry out and try to move away. But Leo had been relentless, striking me again and again until I had finally managed to widen my legs to his satisfaction.

And then, there was the strike that had hit my, ah you'll have to wait and see...