“Well normally,” he began slow and deliberate as he started to circle their chosen victim for the night. “I do not like to give in to the demands of those who ask to be punished. Aside from the fact that it is hardly punishment to be granted what you desire, the fact remains that you exist to be punished because it would please us.” He stopped in front of her and lifted up her chin. “Luckily for you, it would please us greatly to see you writhe and moan as we paint your skin with stripes of the tawse. I want to see you dance against your bonds as you try and escape its bite.” He drew out the last word for effect, and because the hidden implication amused him.

“You will follow.”