Dolly gives great squeaky whimper. I tell her to keep her knuckles pressed against the wall as a way of keeping them out of my way while I’m slapping and punching and paddling her left breast. She does a pretty good job of it, and makes adorable sounds and faces in the process. I tell her all she needs to do to get me to stop is ask me to hit the other one, but that’s really hard for her to do. In the meantime, I both build some great bruises, and sneakily help her learn some new pain-processing skills