She knew he was enjoying this.  He hadn't seemed to 'get off" on punishing her, she recalled there had been no arousal when he was beating her ass.  He did get off on this though, the control, the breakdown, forcing her to beg, to tell him what she wanted him to do.  She wanted to hate him for it but at the moment hatred wasn't going to do her any good.<br/><br/>Since he'd let her go completely, she shifted, laying back on the bed, wincing as she'd at least temporarily forgot the toy.  Instead she was aching and in pain with her aroused state, and she knew the more she debated the longer that pain would last.  Closing her eyes she rubbed them briefly, then opened them and responded softly.<br/><br/>'Please..  Sir..  Let me..  get off."