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CORRECT! ... She must remain silent. She must accept the pain of each stroke of the cane and hold that pain inside her, denying her base instinct to cry out, to beg for mercy. There can be no mercy for her. She must hold in the pain of each stroke, hold it in, let it build and build, stroke after stroke until she can hold it in no more. Only then, when the pain is too great to contain any longer, only then can she cry out but her cries then will not be for mercy, when she finally cries out it will be because she has been broken. Broken, defenseless before the cane, in complete surrender to its sting. Only then will we truly enjoy her cries
I prefer the falaka to punish my wife. She can take it longer and harder.