The Baron watched her, studying her movements and drinking in what they told him of her.  The moment of realization at what was depicted upon the wardrobe made his lips quirk into the faintest of smiles, but it was gone before she turned back and crawled towards him.  The display was all the more erotic for it's lack of intent and he reached to stroke his erection through the silk of his trousers briefly as she crossed back to him.<br/><br/>Once she was kneeling before him, he reached out to take the rod from her and study it, as if evaluating her choice.  Then he rose to his feet and nodded.  He pointed to the other chair facing the fireplace.  "You will rise and stand facing that chair.  Bend from the waist and put your hands on the arms of the chair.  You will place your feet slightly wider than shoulder width apart.  Your arms and legs will be straight, as will your back.  And once you are in place, you will tell me why you choose this tool."<br/><br/>He ran his hand along the cane and smiled.  He was fairly sure why this one had been chosen.  He flexed it slightly and made a couple of test swings.  Many made the mistake of thinking it's simple design made it the least painful of his tools.