" What if my sexual pleasure is involuntary?" I asked.Catherine's eyes darkened to deep indigo. She strode across the small space between us, reaching...down to yank the blanket off my bed. She grasped my knees and pushed my legs apart, exposing the spread folds of my sex."Do it, then," she hissed. "Touch yourself in front of me. Prove to me that your pleasure is involuntary."Her anger fueled my hunger. I splayed my hand over my sex, rubbing it until a waterfall of shivers spilled through my. "Sit!" he commanded. "If you're going to stay here, you're going to have this lesson."Annie sat on the sofa and looked up at him. "All right, all right."He obtained an ash tray and a lighter. Then he opened the pack and tapped out two cigarettes. He lit one and drew some smoke from it. "Here." He handed the other one to her and then held the lighter to it.Annie puffed on it. "Now," he said. "Inhale." She drew on the cigarette and then coughed. "You'll get the hang of it -- big, deep drag. Fill. After twelve applications of a leather tawse she had not laughed any more. The memory of that swishing sound, followed immediately by searing agony was still too recent to allow her mind to dwell upon it at any length.Her second visit, following her disobedience in failing to stand still had been easier than either the first or the third. On that occasion she had been made to step into a small chamber which had then closed behind her, leaving her in a four feet square enclosure. The confinement. "Tell me, Rona, were you going to let me have your butt tonight? Or were you going to be too exhausted?" Oh, and I almost forgot. Where in any of your plans was anything said about you fucking him for two months behind my back!" I said."That was a mistake, and I am hoping by owning up to it that you will forgive me." She said. "And, yes, if you want my butt of course I want you to take me there. I'm not denying you anything. I am a little tired, okay, and that is the truth; but I will do.