He let her get about halfway toward the door. The exit was open a crack, and she could see light that was almost a glimmer of hope; at least, to her mind that didn't realize there were more rooms, and a flight of stairs, and likely a few serving bodies around after it. But, of course, once he did decide to catch her it took just a few swift steps forward. He walked past her side, and the paddle collided against her arse with all the speed his arm and forward momentum could muster. The thick flesh bounced up, pressing in on itself and only falling back toward it's former position after the paddle had swung clear through it. Indeed, there was enough weight in the spank to send her sprawling forward, the carpetted floor greeting her face and body going a little too fast.<br/><br/>"A -third- refusal! You are such a glutton for pain, Whore, that you would continue to test me. For the insult I am going to bind you, arse in the air for every one of my more loyal servants to slap, paddle and beat. Do you -really- want to keep playing this game?" His hand caught the chain running between her legs, and with it he dragged her over what suddenly felt like a very rough carpet toward the centre of the room.<br/><br/>"One last time. Strip to your panties, put your head at the height of my cock, and open wide." He didn't have to say 'or else' but it was obvious that not obeyed would... Well, it would likely bring even worse treatment. The paddle, for starters, and who knew what else.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>