In a dimly lit boudoir, a dominatrix, clad in leather and lace, commands her submissive to present her bare bottom. She wields a sleek, menacing cane, tracing its tip along the vulnerable flesh. With each count, she delivers a precise, stinging stroke, leaving crimson welts. The submissive gasps, writhing with each impact, yet begs for more. The dominatrix obliges, maintaining a steady rhythm, her arm a metronome of pain and pleasure, until she reaches the century mark.