A SLAVE'S JOURNAL, CHAPTER 5
He lay down next to me on the floor, still holding the lit candle. I was supposed to be grading papers tonight, but here I am spending all this time and energy on you, a know-it-all brat of a student who came by for no other reason than to scold me. I am sorry, Sir, I said, and I meant it.
I mean to make you sorry,
he murmured, and released a gentle cascade of red-hot wax directly on my pussy.
As I thrashed around, gasping, he continued: And I mean to make you entirely
mine.