The last thing she expected was for him to actually stop! Her bottom throbbed, though not entirely unpleasantly, as he let her loose and laid her on the bed.<br/><br/>She turned on her side to face him, and to relieve the pressure on her abused backside, and watched him from beneath her eyelashes. He was so obviously waiting for the right response. She let him wait for a good, long while as her sniffles finally started to dry up. She smeared the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand and propped her head up on her hand.<br/><br/>"You don't need to punish me any more." Her voice was hoarse from tears and desire. "But all I can tell you is that I'll try! It's hard to change a whole lifetime of behavior in a second."<br/><br/>She shifted a little to roll fully off of her ass, turning almost all the way onto her belly, and presented him with a clear view of her rather modest cleavage. The front of the silky little top fell down just enough to offer him a peek at a shell pink areola and the tiny bud of her nipple. Her hair fell in a heavy frame around her shoulders as she considered him. If she could at least convince him that she was the brainwashed little girl he so clearly wanted her to be, maybe she'd find a chance...<br/><br/>"Do I really have to call you 'sir?' That's going to be the hardest to learn."