Celia was not expecting her hair to be jerked back like that and it was all she could do not to shriek in pain as her head was jerked back. Her hair wasn't long enough for her to maintain the kneeling position, and she was forced to place her hands flat on the desk top or fall backwards onto the floor.<br/><br/><em>Ooooow! Fuck, I went to far, the crazy bitch is going to kill me! Open your damn mouth, girl, give her what she wants. But she wants to punish me as much as I want to be punished, so I am giving her what she wants.</em>The love in her eyes as she gazed calmly and resolutely at the Mistress was almost tangible, as if her pupils had changed to pink hearts. And when Mistress tapped her sex with the cane she moaned softly. "Mmmm". Her tongue flicked out involuntarily and was quicly pulled back in but not before she had tasted her own juices. She loved that taste, but not as much as... "OW!" The blow to her sex brought a cry of pain from her lips at last. "Oh, Mistress, I'm s...sorry I d...disobeyed you. P ..please, p ..punish me m...more so I won't d...do it again?" She gasped, tears, streaming down her cheeks.<br/><br/>The pain was exquisite and delicious.<em>Ooooh that hurts, that is so fucking good.</em>The next blow landed harder and she yelped louder. "Yeeep!"