He couldn't help it. The moment he heard Lessard contemplate how far 'it' would stretch, he automatically thought of something completely different then was, quite possibly, meant. It made him chuckle a bit, his mind wandering for a moment, almost answering something in the lines of that he was quite flexible.<br/>The cane Lessard was using, however, was much to distracting to keep following this trail of thought, new thoughts and desires raising quickly and the hope the man knew how to use such a toy correctly.<br/><br/>The pain didn't flare up until after the kiss of moving air wandered around his body, almost as if it had been first, not the cane hitting his flesh. The wind itself tickled and enticed in a very gentle manner. The pain flaring.. was something completely different.<br/>His eyes closed as his body arched, putting tension on the leather he'd been bound with, a moan of pleasure passing lips that stayed parted, even after he fell back unto the bed.<br/><br/>Not the hardest of lashes.. but it did put him into that headspace he so much enjoyed.<br/>Squirming slightly, he opened his eyes again to look at Lessard, slight smile creeping back to his lips.<br/><br/>"As long as it takes...," he said, voice gone somewhat hoarse.