A quick inhale of breath at the cane swinging at his face. Not.. that the pain would hinder him, but.. it was his face ; one of the places he'd not be touched unless he actually<em>wanted</em>to be disowned.<br/>Still.. not only the control Lessard showed by stopping it so close to his face his hair moved in the breeze, but most definitely his strictness.. was touching. And quite deep, too.<br/>He'd most definitely return to a man so strict and talented..<br/><br/>"Yes, sir," he mumbled, then swallowed, taking note as to control himself better.<br/>Of course that thought was utterly obliterated by the next strike that landed. This time, his eyes remained closed longer, as long as his moan hung in the air, only opening halfway to meet Lessard's eyes anew, only flicking to the silver in his hands briefly.<br/><br/>It was against his throat so quickly, he nearly jumped. Figuratively, of course, he'd not be able to do much but lay due to his bounds.<br/>The touch was so soft, so.. gentle. He craved it to cut. Draw blood.<br/>He actually had to lick his lips before he could answer the question asked.<br/><br/>"Yes, sir... I-I have.. It.. is a wonderful feeling," he said, trying to not move as the blade was so very close to one of his nipples.<br/>God, that look in Lessard's eyes.. He wondered what kind of marks he'd walk out of the Teahouse with afterwards..