in the middle of the night, it pees

The willow cane slapped roughly against the back of your thighs as you winced, but only for a moment as the glorious sting sent a rush of endorphins across your body. You kneeled in front of him on your knees, arms tied behind your back. Terzo gripped your jaw, yanking your chin upward, forcing you to met his gaze. Smirking, he ran his thumb against the corner of your eye, the cotton of his glove quickly absorbing the tear collected there.

"Good, good," he purred, dropping his voice to a rumbling tone. "You crave more, do you not?"

Oh how he loved how you looked with reddened flesh, the visible reminders of his effect on your body. Rows of welts were rising on your legs and across your ass, beautiful poetry etched onto your skin.

"Yes, Papa," you rasped, desperate for his approval but thriving on his corrections. "Please, Papa. I need it."

Admittedly, you had been particularly bratty today, hoping to awaken this side of him and loving the thrill you got from seeing him reach into the cabinet of his office, knowing what was stored inside.

Gripping a fistful of your hair, his hand came down hard against your cheek before forcing your jaw open. You watched with loving eyes as he worked his tongue along the inside of his mouth, spitting directly onto your waiting tongue.

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