"Miss please! I tried my best!" You lost the art contest among your Domme's subs. She's going to punish you the same whether you beg or not, but the instinct to beg is too strong.
"Did you now? Then explain why these lines here are so shaky? Sweetie, you've got the cleanest lines in the group, but I'm not seeing that here."
"That's because you spent the whole time using my hole. Miss it felt so good I couldn't concentrate and--"
"Oh it's my fault is it? Darling, you kept winning so I had to handicap you somehow, it's up to you to overcome that handicap."
"But I couldn't have made clean lines even if I could focus! You were slamming me into the table! And--" she slapped you. The words fell away. She looked down at you, and you looked up at her, and she smiled.
"Sweetie, this was always going to happen. Now apologize for failing me and show me your bottom to receive your lesson." You look down, trying not to cry.
"I'm sorry for losing your competition, Miss."
"No. Look at me when you say it."