<span style="font-style: italic">“I do recall that I told you not to say anything. I am the Master and when I tell you not to talk you will listen.”</span><br/><br/>"Can I help that I have voice? Can I help that I wish to egg you on and punish me more? Did you think I was lying when I said I was a bad boy?" Rimion asked, really wanting to say that just to rile Max up as his body was being torn into by Max's cat of nine tails. Each of its tails gnawing into Rimion's skin, the fruit of his mere words being born of the blood that fell like drops of water into the dry basement floor. This beautiful punishment given only the praise of Rimion's screaming and moaning, the developing of his bulge nearly clear for Max to see. He turned to the cat of nine tails, lathered in the man's blood. As Max left it on the floor, the cat's nine tails have done its task.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“So have you had enough punishment for today?”</span>He chuckled at the situation he was in. If he answered, he could get beaten more. And if he did not speak, the outcome would remain the same either way. "No... I haven't had enough... I want more from you." He looked at Max, his face covered in blood the merciless lashing and the taste of the metal ruler, fresh on his tongue. His legs trembling and given new scars, the slacks torn apart, and his cock rising up, freed from the slacks' attempt to contain it. "Please... I'll beg if I must..."