PART THREE n – The Deal

  He begged me with hoarse whispers to please go slow, to please not hurt him too bad. I bent over him, and got an arm around his neck and hugged him to me, kissing and shushing him, biting his neck gently to drive him wild. I'd already sent him to get the baby oil, so I lubed up the jelly toy I still wore and started into him. I held my hand over his mouth, as I slid in. I whispered in his ear a sort of running commentary.

  "Shh. See, it's not so bad. I did it a little while ago, you can still do it pretty easily. Watch…"

  It didn't take nearly the effort I had to put into the virgin ass rape he just endured. His nervousness subsided considerably, as I eased each little stroke in further every once in a while. I didn't have to baby his ass a millimeter at a time, I could go a quarter inch each advancement now. I no longer used the safety stop. I'd say before half in, I started to get the squealing, but nothing even remotely simir to the first time, to be sure. A few tears with the squealing after half, but again nothing serious. I let his mouth go when I saw he was being reasonable. The squeals were fun to listen to. In between whines and squeals, he softly begged me to just please not hurt him, he would be good, he promised.

  I turned on the motor, volume knob on high, and selected number three. Longer randoms. Somewhere around three quarters in, I whispered that it was time. I told him on three, I would do it. He nodded and puckered up, nervous and a little afraid. On three, I began a really slow but steady push, until I was all the way in. He pulled my hand over his mouth to stifle his squeals, and there were some tears. After the now obligatory hip rolls when I was all the way in, I began my long in and out stroke, followed by my hip rolling at the end of each one. I finally let his mouth go, when I saw it was just some whining and squealing, and the tears. He begged constantly, just please not to hurt him.

  I remembered my little slut riding reins from the first time, so I put the thicker middle part of my heavy leather bullwhip in his mouth. I could grab on either side of his mouth and haul back, a bigger and thicker version of the kitchen table's bandanna reins. I could also grab both slut reins in one hand, tight to the back of his head. This allowed me to position him where and exactly how I desired him to be, leaving a free hand for whatever I needed or wished.

  I hit button four and he made noises and squirmed some, and I began panting from what it did to my own pleasure button. I didn't give it to him nearly as hard or as fast as his introduction had been. When I came and recovered, I stood him up and entered him fully from behind, and stayed in all the way. I whispered in his ear to beg me to be finished, and he did. I stroked him off, and cupped my hand over it and caught all of it. When I sat back down on the couch, I had him kneeling in front of me. Amid the little kisses, he thanked me for fucking him, he thanked me for going slow, and thanked me for not hurting him. When I finally had enough, I smiled and presented him my hand. He nodded and now knew to clean up the mess he made, without being told to explicitly.

  I ended up sitting on the couch, with him kneeling on the floor in front of me. I ended up with my knees over his shoulders, and it was fast becoming one of my favorite positions to sit around zy with him, and reach out and grab him for kissing. I've started grabbing him and kissing him more tely. I mentioned it, and he likes it. I start and stop the lip action, and I take the lead. My hands on his head guiding him, and he follows. I like to stop and tease him, holding his head out some while I make silly faces or licking my lips and practicing my bedroom face. Yeah, sometimes a little stern mommy face and voice thrown in with a wink, just for fun.

  I like licking his nose or his face. Either a fun little lick now and then, or sometimes the big doggy licks. The first time I did it during kissing, he smiled. When I asked him ter about it, he admitted he liked it. When I do extra slutty kissing during sex, I use it a lot more. Kissing before, during, and after sex is important, don't get me wrong. But amusing yourselves kissing, especially for extended periods of time, shows intimacy and closeness. A lot of mammals "kiss", even though it's not what humans recognize as a kiss. They sniff and groom each others face and mouth. You'll see it from animals that are closer with each other than with the others. Its a social bonding thing, and often independent of mating.

  I want to be close with my boyfriend, as close as possible. I want to bond. I see so many couples that put the kibosh on kissing. Girls are doing it more these days, too. No, not in public. I have makeup on, I told you this before. Not while we eat, not after we eat, etc.

  Let me go down the line on these, for your benefit. Not in public. Kissing in public shows the retionship to everyone. If you have deep feelings for your boyfriend, why are you so ashamed to show that retionship off in public? If you're not hiding from some other secret boyfriend, maybe you're trying to make an ex jealous and this guy is just a filler. Or maybe you just don't like him that much and he's mister right now, until you find something you like better. Boys? It's a red fg all the way around, for all kinds of possible reasons, when a girl won't kiss you some in public or has reasons not to or when, to control the behavior. None of them are good.

  While eating, no kissing. Really? Guys, this is a sign of things to come. Rules that she'll make up, and demand to be allowed to enforce them. Just because she can, and just because you'll allow. Get ready for the undry list. You have hooked up with a complete spoiled bitch. Yelled at for where you put your shoes, where you put your coat. The gss goes here, not over there. The paper towels go this way, not that way. Hold my purse, I'll be back. Don't you ever go in my purse without asking me. Move that? Over there. The kind of girl that likes to "show off" how mean and controlling she can be in public. Yeah. A real joy to be around all day every day. How do these spoiled bitches get married again? Oh, I forgot. Hair, makeup, and clothes. The guy friends go, dude… she's hot. Don't date and marry for looks exclusively, at the expense of personality and demeanor.

  The famous I have make up on excuse. First off, you caked all that shit on and painted your face like the Sistine chapel for over an hour, exactly why again? To make yourself look more attractive, I get that. Who are you trying to look more attractive to, exactly. Your guy is right there, and he wants to kiss you in public. Now you refuse him that. Gee. You're not trying to be more attractive to him, or you'd want the kiss. You must be concerned with all the other guys around. This new thing, that women dress cute and do makeup for primarily other women, not for men? I get the points to it, but… meh.

  Try wearing less makeup. You want a guy that likes your actual face. Then, if you get all dolled up for a big dinner, its a treat for him. Boys, if you don't like her coming out of the shower, don't bother. I know I grew up with a mother trying like hell to put me in heels, expect me to stand and watch her how to do hair, nails, makeup, clothes, etc. Yawn. Wiffle-ball, mom. Tackle football.

  If my mom tried to put girly stuff on me, my guy friends made fun of me. Hello, we all grew up primarily on farms. We ran around the fields and woods all the time. By the time we were teenagers and went into town, I looked like my guy crew did. Jeans, T shirts. Shorts would be nice, but we got too many ticks and chiggers and a whole host of other things that need dug out with a penknife and leave a mark that looks like hell.

  A fnnel in case I needed it, extended my summer wardrobe into spring and fall. A sweatshirt or a hoodie extended it even further. An insuted work jacket with a good insuted hood, extended it even more. I didn't wear skin tight jeans, because how else are you going to wear long johns in the winter. I still got boys asking me out dressed like this.

  My hair? Ponytail. Basic cut. If I couldn't jump out of the shower and pull my hair back and go, I was pissed. As a college athlete, a lot of us do this. Some girls still go the hair route, though. God bless them, I have better things to do with my schedule than sit around all day worrying about my hair. I've had to "rescue" girls that wear heels and mini skirts and skimpy tops in the dead of winter. Car broke down on the side of a back road? They'd have died.

  I decided a long time ago. If a boy doesn't like me for the way I look? I don't need him. If he's actually attracted to the clothes, the hair, the makeup? Go get one of those. If I had a nickel for every time I got no attention, until I suddenly showed up in shorts? Yeah. In jeans, if that's all you see me in, I know. I look "sightly chubby". I suddenly wear shorts, or they see me in a bathing suit? The chubby lower legs, the chubby thighs and butt? I actually don't have a scrap of fat on me.

  The ck of drooling attention from all the boys on campus doesn't bother me as much as the girly girls probably think. The flip side of my tomboy life? I can walk up to any group of guys, and talk like they do. I can go tons of pces, as another one of the guys. I'm seen often enough out with a pack of guys. I push and shove and ugh and tease with them, too. Easily. Its not fake. And when guys aren't supposed to take "a girl" along because it ruins the male experience because everyone has to stop and constantly cater to the girly girl, well… I don't get counted out.

  My boyfriend is kneeling in front of me right now, getting a kissing marathon after, well, after he got what he just got bent over the end of the couch. My legs are thrown over his shoulders quite suggestively. He stared at my body often enough in jeans and T shirts and fnnel work shirts. He deserves my legs he loves so much. I make it a point to walk around with bare legs all the time indoors for him. He deserves my attention.

  Now I'm in the te middle game of his fun main birthday night. One of the main attractions for this, he already got. The surprise sex toy purchase. Strapped helplessly over the kitchen table, and used really rough like a complete sex toy for a while. Colring him and officially "naming" him my slut. The extra rough and humiliating extended rape? He'd been hinting at enjoying something along those lines. I knew I'd enjoy myself, but oh god it surprised me how much. He'll get that again, I'm sure. The colr and the name? Fairly common and expected in these games, the more I read online.

  I'm already in charge during sex. Locking a colr around him that he has to have me take off of him, reinforces my sexual authority. It demonstrates that I own him, with the name tag. When I start jokingly calling him "slut" around other people, it'll be our private little joke. Like when all I have to do is put my feet together and smile over at him on the sly. A roomful of people, and I'm flirting with him more successfully than any girly girl can do with all her mechanisms she uses on her guy.

  He liked the chores scenarios, the little ones leading up to our big night. So, one or more bigger ones tonight was an easy pick. I'm sure vanil couples wonder how in the hell a couple like us, can spend all day from before sunrise, to after midnight having hours of sex. They have three pumps and a dump. Special occasion, I guess she gets on top or whatever. Please. There's 15 minutes a couple times, what's the rest of the special night or weekend pnned, huh? Watching TV, eating something different. Oh. She wears the new high heels for him. Wow. Spectacur. How will the sexual interest and fascination between you ever fade, I wonder. Ours will grow and flower over time. Theirs? The first few weeks or months will be "magical", then the predictable spark dying into ho hum everyday routine.

  I flicked his name tag, and called him my little slut again.

  "Why are you staring at my face, when I'm obviously done kissing you for the moment. Eyes down, slut. You got the basic idea of who's in charge during sex. But when I lock your little colr on you? You need to be a lot more careful. Kisses. Now."

  "You, seem to think you got, what… hired on or something? Because I allowed you to submit to me. Newsfsh. Its a lot more like a tryout. I'll let you know, if and when you make it to even getting on probation. I need to see a lot of improvement, and I just don't see it happening. You think I'm going to keep letting things slide all the time? I can't. Just not. Yet another great example. You already know you need permission to look at me when we're alone like this. You have a locked colr around your neck, and you're still going to look at me whenever you feel like it? Oh, that's great. Stop. Don't speak."

  "I'm just going to have to find some way to teach you to keep your eyes down, until you're given permission to look up at me. I thought you already knew. That when I'm done kissing you, eyes go back down. Do you think I can't come up with some way to expin it, hmm?"

  "You. Down there. I'm curious. Do you, or do you not, already know about this. When I'm in charge, and you know I am right now, your eyes go down unless I tell you otherwise, right? Yes or no."

  "Yes."

  "Okay. So… what just happened. I wanted to kiss you. Then, I was done. If you already know better, what was that for. Care to expin it to me."

  "Oh. Nothing to say. But, you obviously know better. So, are you… what. Testing me, or daring me. Because I think its both. All right. Here's what we're going to do. You? Are going to go find a bucket. Go. Find one. Don't ask me where it is. If you were trying to help out and do things without being asked? Well then, you'd already know where it is. You should already know. And You don't. What does that tell you? Go. Find it. Move. And don't make me come looking for you, either. Only warning you'll get on that. Shoo."

  He went around looking. I'm sitting here on the couch, waiting. When he went down to the regur basement to find one, I took my toy off finally, and returned to the couch. I'm trying to keep a straight face, by the way. I deliberately and previously already made the bucket more difficult to notice. After a little while, I stood at the top of the basement steps.

  "I thought I just told you. Don't make me come looking for you. If I have to come looking for you in the basement, I don't think that's a real safe pce for you to get a little talk, do you? Just another one of those polite suggestions. Now, if you want another little talk down there with just me and you, think back on the st talk we had down there. This one? Will take a little longer. Move it!"

  Oh god, I gotta try to keep a straight face.

  I was back on the couch, acting bored on my cellphone when he finally brought up the bucket. I pointed down, and got kisses. I spoke as if I was bored and distracted, not looking up from the cellphone.

  "What exactly do you think I want you to do with a bucket in the living room, huh?"

  "The kisses are nice, but. What room do you possibly think the bucket would be of the slightest use in, hmm? You tell me."

  "Bathroom?"

  "There's a built in spray foam wand cleaner in there. Try again."

  "Kitchen."

  "Better guess."

  "Why are you still here, exactly? Don't you think you should take the bucket into the kitchen. Hmm? Wait for me. I'll be in when I'm ready. You like doing nothing, so… should be perfect for you."

  I hope I can keep a straight face through this. After a short wait, I came into the kitchen.

  "Well. Let's see. I see you. I see a bucket. Don't you think some water in the bucket, would make it more useful. About two thirds full. Not cold, not hot. Warm water. Go."

  "Okay. Now? Go find a sponge. Yeah, another thing you don't know where it is. And once again, that should tell you something. When you find the sponges? There's a pack of new ones. Bring a brand new one. And if I were you? Don't make me come looking for you. There's your clue. Get."

  When he was back, I took the brand new sponge, and the bandanna previously used as a gag on him. Its a wide, long and fairly thin sponge, and its rectangur. I basically tied the bandanna around his mouth normally, but with the rectangur sponge under it. Oh god, thank god the thing's big enough to hide his eyes the way its positioned, I had to cover my mouth this is so silly.

  "Kisses."

  I got the sponge bouncing and scraping my feet.

  "Not terribly useful for that, is it? I'll bet you're wondering what we're going to do now. Bucket of warm water. Sponge. And, wonder of all wonders. We just happen to have a little boy who can't look down when he should be. Same little boy, who needs told to do things. So. I guess I'll have to clean the floor. You? Can see how it gets done. And, while we're at it? You'll be learning where your eyes go."

  I unlocked the cuffs with the rope on them, and got two pairs with no rope. One cuff of one pair on one wrist. One cuff of the other pair on the other wrist. Leaving two dangling empty cuffs. I interlocked those together. I had him get down and move around, no, that wasn't right. I ended up going with the original handcuffs with the rope on them. Both cuffs on one wrist. Another pair went with both cuffs on the other wrist. The rope already tied to one short chain, I tied to the other. The left over went back and got tied to the little chain on the other wrist where it started.

  I stood back and looked at my craft work. Looked better. Still shackled up, and now able to have his hands free to move around on all fours like I was going to need to have him.

  "Kisses."

  Sponge bouncing on my feet again. I giggled.

  "I bet you can't wait for me to show you what we're going to do…"

  I got down on the floor with him. I grabbed him by the back of the colr, and took him over to the bucket of warm water, and dunked his face in it. I then "scrubbed" the already clean floor with the sponge. I went back and forth a few times. Using my "sponge" to clean the area of floor I was on. Then I moved a little, and took him with me. Repeat. I took my sweet old time, and "cleaned" the entire kitchen floor with him. It took a while.

  This gave me a nice, long opportunity to give lots of lectures. Lots of stern, irritated mommy voice. This is how we wait, on all fours, just like you are now. We keep our eyes down, until we're told to do otherwise. When you see I'm done with kissing you or anything else? This is where you go back to looking. See how your face is always down on the floor? You better get used to it. Why am I cleaning the floor. If you don't take the initiative to do it without being told, and I have to do it? This is how its going to get done. And this spot, here? This is the spot you made a naughty mess at. Smeared it around with your tongue, instead of doing a better job. So? We're going to spend a lot more time, in this spot. Lots of dunking and cleaning right there happened.

  "Now. What did we learn. You tell me."

  He had to go through the undry list of the lectures. When he missed one, or didn't get it fully? Well, you get the idea. I told him to stay on all fours like that, and he could show me what he learned about where his face and eyes go, when I don't have a use for him yet.

  We were both on the already clean tile floor, now warm water was everywhere. It was all over both of us. I suddenly realized it. We're both naked, crawling around on the floor, soaking wet. He's following my every instruction. This thought went through my head while I happened to be kneeling behind him. The compulsion struck. One of those extra naughty thoughts that just pop in and run across your mind's eye, all with a life of their own.

  If I just had my toy strapped to me right now. My body got warm all over, a mild rush. Its right up there, in a box. I could grab it in a second. He's listening right now, he's on all fours. The way I'm kneeling behind him, I could just… grab those hips and go to town on him. Okay, file that naughty image away for some other time. I can't risk getting another finish out of him right now. I need him horny. You can't put your willing victim over your knee for an extended naughty butt smacking fun time, if they're not horny. If you do it right after they finish? There's just pain and discomfort and humiliation. If they're ready to go, well, it really gets their juices flowing. I could still use the naughty compulsion image in some way though.

  "All right. Let's get this off of you now. Floor's clean. You? Stay put. Not done with you yet."

  I untied the bandanna and got the sponge out. Hmm. I id down on my back, and crossed my legs.

  "You. I'm already soaked. Use that sponge and warm water on me. No naughty touching. Get to it."

  I got the warm water and sponge bath. Every inch of me ying there. Then I turned over, and had that side done as well. I enjoyed having him run his hands all over me from head to toe. Both sides, more than once. Eventually, I got him back onto all fours, and sponged him off. Then, I decided to rub my wet hands all over him, too. No naughty touching on my part either. Building interest. Stuck for a segue for where I wanted to get to at the end, I sat on the chair, and had him over to put my feet on him and use him for a footstool. Here and there, I'd lift his chin with my foot, and give him warnings and instructions.

  My long medium thickness switch was close at hand. I picked it up, and swished it around a couple times.

  "Those eyes stay down, mister. We just went over that lesson, at great length. You don't want to go over it again, with this thing. Now then. You've been fucked, nice and hard. Twice now. Isn't that right. I already told you, the next time? I don't expect I have to tie you down for it. I liked it, and we're going to do it again. Whenever I decide to fuck you like that, nice and hard? You, are going to be on board with the program."

  I posed him, to see how I was going to want him when it happened. Legs together. No, legs out more. Ankles straight, or… ankles coming in. I tapped his ass or any other part of his body as I went around seeing how it was going. Nose down on the floor, there we go. You get that ass up, and you keep it up. Arch your back. There. That's how you're going to take it next time. Now stay like that, and don't move until I tell you to. Because next time, this is how you're going to get ready for me. This is how you're going to stay, while I'm banging you.

  "All right. Get over in front of me. Under the table. Kisses."

  Then I put my legs up on the table, and spread them.

  "Eyes stay down. But get up on your knees, and get your face up here. Don't you dare look at me, and don't you dare lick, kiss, nothing. Just get your face in it, and stay. There. Just like that. Now? Just do nothing. You're good at that, judging by your performance on the couple of little chores you get."

  "You, got fucked, didn't you. Yeah, you did. Now? You're a slut. Yeah, it makes a slut all hot and bothered to scream, and cry the first time or two. Pretending they don't like it, but they obviously do. You liked it. You got hard, you got so wet. You came with me all the way inside you. Yeah, that's a slut all right. Finished off, while getting banged like that. Then, the next time. Bent right over the couch. Sluts bend over for it."

  "Hmm. You know what else? I'll tell you. Next time? I'm not making love to it, like I had to the first time. Fucking around all day with you. Oh, no way. Quickie. We proved it fits, we proved you can take it. You better beg for lube, too. Oh yeah, the only thing I better hear out of your mouth, after you get ready and stay still for me? Please bang me like you mean it. I mean, you can beg not to get it hard, but… won't help. If it makes it hot for you to beg, go on. Aw, please go slow. Pffft. Please don't hurt me. Yeah, right. Next time? You're getting fucked right."

  "Oh yeah, we're gonna solve this. I wonder how many times its gonna take, before you sit still and learn to be good for it, huh? How many times before you come and ask for it. Yeah, that's the end of it all. The little slut, that started out saying no no no, needed raped because you're too shy to ask for what you already know you want anyways… then they start taking it. Finally, one day? Yeah, they come and have to ask for it."

  "Hmm. You gonna thank mommy for fucking you so hard? You better not forget that one. Yeah… you're gonna get into position for it, when I tell you. Then beg for the lube… then beg me to fuck you like I mean it. Then, you'll thank me for it when its finally over."

  I rubbed his head and face gently now, while he had his face between my legs.

  "And now? Its getting to be that time. This morning? Making mess after mess. Tried to give you a gentle reminder? That sure didn't work, did it. Wouldn't sit still. Wouldn't keep your mouth shut. Then, I find the garbage. The dishes. I tried to fuck you like I wanted? You didn't like that either. I had to go through hell just to get you to admit you liked it, to admit that you wanted it. I'm still getting backtalk and sass. I'm not happy at all with that. Now then. What the hell do you think we're gonna have to do about all this, huh?"

  "Yeah, don't even have anything to say. Don't try. You already know what I have to do with you. Go on. You tell me what you think needs done right now. What kind of a nice, long talk do you think we need to have about all that, hmm? You… tell… me. And you better get it right the first time, too. You know. And if I were you? I wouldn't wait to make me ask you again. Speak."

  "Please…"

  "Please what. You think I should just let all that slide? Uh uh. Not happening. One thing, once in a while? Maybe. A long list like that, all in one day? No way. And I seem to remember we just had a little talk, not too long ago. I can see how well that talk worked. I can see how long it sted. Apparently, you need a much longer talk. A much more serious talk. Is that what you meant when you started out with please? Please what. Please… give a longer talk this time? Because that's what we're going to have to do. A nice, long talk."

  "Now. Tell me where we're going."

  "Basement."

  "That's right. That's exactly right. And what happens in the basement. Hmm?"

  "Chair."

  "Oh. So you do remember. Do you like the basement, and the long talks with me and the chair?"

  "No."

  "Really? Then why do we have to keep having these talks. If you remember the st one. And you know what not to do. Then, all I can figure? Is that you must like it. So since you like it, and keep asking for it. And keep asking for more. What's gonna happen, do you think? You tell me."

  "The basement, then the chair…"

  "Yeah. I got that part. What happens to you."

  "I go over your knee."

  "You do remember. Then what happens? Go on."

  "I get swats."

  "Uh huh. What happens when my hand starts to hurt."

  "The belt."

  "Oh. You do remember. Do you like the belt? Does the belt make any good things happen?"

  "No."

  "Well it sure must. Its like you forgot all about it. But now I see you remember it just fine. That means, you must like it. So, since you like it so much, we'll just have to have a much longer talk with mommy's belt this time."

  "Please…"

  "Please give you the belt twice as hard and twice as long as st time? Sure thing. Wanna know a secret? After my hand hurts. Then, after you get the belt, twice as hard and twice as long. Then? We're trying something else, after that. We'll see if we can understand each other. Now. Go get two clean towels. You're gonna dry me off before we get dressed."

  I had him put one towel down, for me to step onto just outside the kitchen entrance. I held out one foot, then the other. Then I got the rest of me dried off. When I was done, I had him dry himself quick.

  I took him upstairs, and I dressed while he did. I told him to go wait by the front door, I'd be down in a minute. I came down with a little beach bag. Ritual. Down and around to the privacy of the soundproof sub basement. The same key in the same lock. The same sounds unlocking and opening and closing and re-locking the door. Ritual. Not just any ritual. Our ritual.

  It gets added to, piece by piece. He added some begging. Please, please. Now it was trying to talk me out of it, and I kept taking his hand and dragging him along. I can't drag him if he doesn't really want to go. He obviously does. When we got in and the door was re-locked, I got more begging. This was fun. Scenario fun. I'm a perturbed mommy now. I crossed my arms and listened to the begging and promising. I let him go.

  "You done now? Now, you're getting more. Try it some more, I dare you."

  "No? Well. Go get your chair you like so much. Don't make me tell you again."

  "Over here. Right there."

  I sat down and crossed my arms, irritated.

  "Stand still. No more speaking. Now then…"

  I started counting off on my fingers.

  "Messes at breakfast, more than one. Polite correction? I tried it. Won't sit still. Won't keep quiet. That's two more. Garbage. Dishes. There's two more. Sass. There's another one. Then, you had the nerve… to give me a problem with what I wanted to do? That's another one. All this trying to talk me out of it? There's one more. Where are we. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7. Probably more I can't even remember now. That's seven nice, long talks. So we're going to be down here? For a while this time. And you just wait till the end. I have a big surprise waiting for you this time. Now then. Strip!"

  He got undressed. Stood there. Looking down.

  "Oh. Now you decide to look down. Typical. You think that's going to save you?"

  No answer.

  "I said. Do you think, that, will, save, you. Don't make me ask again. You sure picked a funny time to not answer me when I ask you a question. Speak!"

  "No."

  "No? No what."

  "No. It won't save me."

  "At least you got something right. Nothing can save your little ass right now. Get over here. You know where to stand. We do this enough, you'd think you knew it off by heart."

  "Let's go. Over my p. Don't make me tell you again."

  "Please…"

  "Please, huh? I'll show you please. You wanna say please? Fine. Apparently, that's all you know how to say."