And he would look so precious kneeling in his collar next to the bed where a leather flogger, paddle, and whatnot are laid out.
Oh yes he does.
He loves it too, especially since you're letting him choose what to be punished with. The items you set on the bed neatly before his kneeling frame sent tingles through his body. The sleek leather flogger, the simple black paddle with holes, and the leather bound riding crop; He was familiar with them all. But he definitely had a favorite.
"The crop, Mistress," he smirks.
"Alright, pet," you nod with a matching smirk.











