"You say you understand and yet...you know I have to hurt you. It's the only way you learn. Isn't it?" His hand found the faint red mark he'd left on Mike's ass, running his palm over it. "You can't just be told. You make it so I have to hurt you."

To mark his words, he struck that cheek again, as hard as he could. "You leave me no other choice."

His words continued to carry that slightly exasperated tone. As if he were tired of teaching these lessons. But the way Mike panicked made him want to do so much more than simply hit him. That's where the weariness came from, it was all from holding himself back. His reward for waiting would be fucking Mike in that straight jacket, feeling the heat of those abused cheeks on his thighs. Striped and raw from blow after blow. He tucked his lip between his teeth and bit down hard, keeping himself from letting out any sound that would betray his thoughts.