A sharp tap landed on her left cheek. “What did I tell you to call me, pet?”
“Sir,” she ground out between gritted teeth. “Please… don’t…”
“Now, kitten, it won’t be so bad,” he reassured her. “You’ll enjoy it once it’s in.”
She very much doubted that.
“These are the terms of our arrangement, pet,” he reminded her gently. “Now reach back, spread those pretty pink cheeks, and ask me nicely for your tail.”