Celia nodded briefly in response to Mistress' admonition that it was her own choice to disobey, a short nod because it pulled her hair. The first blow brought a squeak through her clamped lips. The second a louder squeak. The blow on the very edge of her nipple brought tears to her eyes, but still she refused. she met Mistress' gave steadily, her green eyes bright with tears and something else.<em>Ow, ow, ow, I am such a moron... Why don't I just open my mouth? Ow oh gods that hurts, FUCK that hurts!</em>Her mouth stayed shut and the blows moved to her side. She flinched away from the first one, involuntarily, and then steeled herself for the next. To flinch was to invite further punishment, she knew.<br/><br/>Eeach successive blow brought a louder squeal from between her lips. But she was determined. She wanted...<em>Damn it... Why do I want her to do that? FUCK! OW! I mean that is going to AHH! hurt even more!</em>She squirmed slightly. and spread her legs a little, the juices from her slit escaping and trickling down her inner thighs.<em>Please notice, mistress</em>, she pleaded silently.