Damon could hear the quick intake of breath, and the subsequent speeding up of Elena's heart, as he walked toward her with the slim, black cane in his hands. He could see a flash of fear in her eyes, and he liked it. Damon considered himself to be a fair Master, and he was no sadist, but he did love it when they were afraid of him.
"It's for correction," he said simply, stepping closer and unhooking the leash from the collar. He tossed it to the side, and stood in front of Elena. He could clarify what he meant, but secretly he wanted to see how the girl would react.