"I'm not kidding." Andy's eyes widened as he took in the leather strap currently beating a steady tattoo across Simon's palm. "This isn't funny," he repeated. "You don't seriously think..." "If you don't drop and bend right now, it's just going go worse on you." Right. Andy gulped, gaze straying towards the whip again. "Um..." "Would you prefer to be on your knees?" "N-no," Andy stammered. He could do this, he thought, as he loosened the drawstring on his pjs, bent over the sofa. "Much better," Simon murmured. "Now, say it." "Won't...ohgoditburns...fuck up...'Ordinary World'...sweetmotherhurts...again!"
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