His voice is gruff, his hands firm. My right nipple is held tight between thumb and middle finger. It hurts. Not unbearably, but enough to make me squirm.
i do stop though, as soon as he says it, i stop. It is just a second too late. The cane slashes, lands on my ass and i whimper.
“What do I mean,” he asks, “when I say stop?”
“Now,” i say, quickly. “Now, Sir, you mean now.”
“Yes.” He kisses my lips lightly, just grazing them with his tongue. “Good girl.”