“Your body betrays you, Katherine,” he says. “Your attempts at surrender arouse you. Is that not so?” I’m afraid to reply. “You may answer, ‘yes sir’,” he tells me. “Yes, sir,” I reply in my hushed voice. “Will this arouse you as well?” he asks, laying the baton against my bottom with a force he’s not used before. “Ahh!” the sharp exclamation escapes my lips. “Yes,” he observes. “I think that will arouse you, too. I think anything I do to you will rouse your fire. If I clamp your n*****s, strap your ass, smack your breasts, you will howl but you’ll beg for more.” I know he’s right, but I don’t have permission to tell him. I suspect that’s not necessary, since he already knows me so well. I’m hardly his first submissive. “Stop your play!” he barks the command, and I cease to grind m