The kiss was tempting, but Celia had made up her mind. She<em>wanted</em>this. The pain was something she needed. And although she knew it would come anyway, this extra rebelliousness on her part simply made sure that it would be brutal.<em>Nononoooooo! No I <strong>don't</strong> want it. I don't. Open your stupid fucking mouth, girl.</em>Her jaw set and she kept her lips firmly together.<br/><br/>Her hair was yanked back and she sucked air in sharply through her nose, almost gasping in pain. The bun came undone and her long rusty locks dropped out, spilling down across her back almost to her waist. The flicking of the cane against her nipple was...<em>good!</em>It didn't actually hurt, not yet, but it was uncomfortable and that made the nipple harden and swell.<br/><br/>Mistress gave her the ultimatum and Celia's face lost what little colour it had, even her freckles turning a creamy grey.<em>no no no, oh god oh god, what am I doing? This is not me! This is so fucking stupid, why do I let her do this to me? I hate it I love it I want her to HUUUURT me!</em>She looked mistress in the eye, blinked, and shook her head, her mouth clamped shut like a six year old with a plate of spinach!