You don't move your hands and let the throbbing pain on your bottom continue. You want to rub it but keep remembering the consequence of doing so. You keep waiting for him to return from wherever he might have gone to while still naked in the corner.
Tarzan comes back and sees your hands on your head and didn't rub your sore behind. You continue to do as he said and not rub or move from the corner. Then Tarzan says in broken English "Take... Hands... Off... Head."
You do as he said and you drop your arms but still don't rub. You still don't want to rub but you really want to at the same time. Then as he comes towards you he then tells you to, "you... Good... you...rub."
Letting out a sigh of relief as you rub your sore bottom which still hurts. Soon you ask him where your loincloth is and he replies, "loincloth... Drying."
As soon as you see you loincloth you then relax for a bit and then Tarzan......