Secrets, are not a good thing to have, behind the back of your disciplinarian/employer. I didn't tell Emily what secret it was, which told be perhaps there were others than just the one, I was referring to. Perhaps one in her private life away from her duties, as my house maid? Letting Emily let me in, as the broad strap made it searing heat across her extremely swollen bottom, told me what I needed to know. Her secrets burned inside her, as the strap burned outside. Watch for the exact moment her inner-secrets surface, with tears rolling down her cheeks. Her tearful epiphany, telling her this was exactly what she needed. Words of encouragement and discipline, walking hand-in-hand. These tears were real, coming from a real place inside, she thought was safely, locked away.