Celia swallowed hard as the tip of the cane pushed up under her jaw. That hurt, and she didn't like it, but she knew from experience that Mistress wouldn't do it for long. She tipped her head back as far as she could to avoid as much of the pain as possible.<em>Why don't I just tell her to fuck off? Why don't I quit? I could make it so she never worked again, I could have her sent to prison!</em>"Ow!" The soft exclamation was involuntary as the cane's tip flicked off her chin, scraping the skin.<br/><br/>"Y.. yes Mistress." Celia carefully unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her soft, white silk bra. She folded the the blouse carefully, placing it on the chair beside Mistress' desk Her skirt next, revealing matching white panties and a suspender belt that supported her sheer black stockings.  She folded the skirt onto the blouse. Her shoes she placed under the chair, then bent to roll off her stockings. She carefully rolled each one up and placed it in a shoe. The mistake she had made last time - well, not her mistake as such - was leaving her stockings where Mistress could grab them and use them to tie her with.<br/><br/>And she had left in such a hurry that she had forgotten one of them... That is, she had forgotten to ask Mistress for it back. The games were fun. She couldn't help it. She loved the wat Mistress was able to twist things around and make them<em>her</em>fault. Just like her mother had.<br/><br/>She quickly suppressed that line of thought.Her bra and panties joined the rest of her clothes and she stood naked for a moment, allowing Mistress to feast her eyes on the soft ginger bush that covered her mound and those pale pink and orange spotted orbs, that Celia felt were far too small, but were in fact a respectable c-cup.<br/><br/>She sighed softly in aticipation and climbed onto Mistress' desk, kneeling there and putting her hands behind her back.<em>Why do I do this so willingly? I hate this.... No you don't you love it! Yes, I know, I love it. But it huuuuurts!</em>