Celia shivered. She wasn't that cold, although goosebumps were beginning to show on her arms a little. But that soft stroke of the cane up and down her back sent a tingle of electric anticipation through her. She couldn't resist a smile as Mistress' warm breath caressed her bare shoulder. Her nipples hardened, partly from the slight chill in the air but mostly from anticipation of the pain to come. And between her tightly clamped thighs, the wetness was beginning to warm her up.<br/><br/><em>Oh god oh god oh god, what am I doing...!</em>She kept her mouth clamped shut and shook her head. "Mmm-mm!"<em>Idiot. What are you doing? You'll make it worse. Just do as she says. Open you mouth, hold the god-damned cane for her while she cuffs you. Don't make her angry!</em>Still she kept her mouth clamped tightly shut.<br/><br/><em>Oh no.... what is wrong with me... Why do I ... like this so much? I hate it. How can I hate it and love it at the same time.</em><br/><br/>Stubbornness prevailed over cowardice, because it was secretly backed up by anticipation of enjoyment. Celia's mouth stayed shut.