<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">"By the time I am through with you, you will realize who is the boss. And I am no idiot." Emma commented in an offhand fashion. She listened as he started to reply, and then he smarted off. She smacked his balls again, harder this time. "Better watch what you say, you will pay for it." She walked over and grabbed a riding crop and a gag, before walking back over to him. "Are those your only limits, or do you have more?"</span></span></span><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"></span></span><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><span style="font-size: 15px">The crop was run slowly down a leg as she waited for a response. "Hmm, I think I will get a collar for you that says Slave. What do you think? It will look so sexy around your neck. Or one that says Bad Boy?" Emma was baiting him, but she really was thinking about a collar to buy for him besides the one he had on. Of course, when out in public, he would be wearing a discreet collar that locked, making it so he couldn't just take it off whenever he wanted to. </span></span></span>