Ansel waited, careful to see how Lucio would react to a light bit of punishment. Tame, as far as he was concerned, but he would never presume to know Lucio's limits. The young man's rich and violent history had sculpted Lucio into a powerful sexual force, but even for a seasoned psychologist such as Ansel it was impossible to know precisely which scars were fresh on his lover's young psyche. The young man moaned around the gag, wiggling his ass for Ansel, singling he wanted more. As the professor stared at the line of saliva trickling down his lover's chin, he realized in all his haste he had failed to offer Lucio an out. The prospect of tying up his precious jewel and having his way with him had been to great, and now he was left to come up with an alternative should all this go awry.<br/><br/>"Darling," he purred, stroking the stinging flesh of his lover's bare cheeks. "I've made a grave mistake. I inhibited the function of that pretty mouth of yours without giving you a way of telling me to stop, should you grow uncomfortable. Since a safe word is out of the question, how about this..." He paused, quickly thinking while seizing the opportunity to stare at Lucio's perfect backside. "In lieu of a safe word, if something goes too far, tap your foot on the bed three times. You can do that for me, yes?" He smiled briefly, giving his lover's ass a quick pat before returning to his stiff stance, flogger firmly in his hand.<br/><br/>"All right, again." Another snap of the wrist, this time harder. The sound of the leather falls cracking against his lover's firm skin was like an erotic symphony to his ears. "Again," he warned. This time, four snaps in quick succession as Ansel moved the flogger in a figure-eight motion along Lucio's backside. He watched as a bright red marks began to bloom along the young man's skin, admiring their striking contrast to Lucio's otherwise milky flesh.<br/><br/>He continued along this line of punishment for a short while. A series of medium-strength contact followed by soothing and praise. When Lucio's ass was sufficiently covered in marks, Ansel decided he was done, setting the flogger aside and leaning down to press kisses against the Englishman's tender skin. "Up, up, my love," Ansel crooned, assisting the young man until he was kneeling upright in the bed. Ansel's hand caressed Lucio's chest as his eyes found his lover's gaze. "How are the ropes treating you? Are you getting stiff? Do you want me to untie you?"