"Yes, master," Sasha corrected with just a hint of irritation as the spade of his tail smacked Pavel sharply on the wrist. "That's how you end your sentences when we play together, understood?" He didn't wait for an answer. Withdrawing his hand from Pavel's crotch, Sasha turned away and sauntered across to Galad's bed, where he sat down and began to unlace his boots.
"Your safe word is bubblegum. Remember that, because as much as I wanna hurt you I don't wanna hurt you; if the teachers got involved then we'd both get punished, and not in the fun way that you're begging me for right now. Speaking of that..." Sasha slipped out of his boots and lay down, one arm behind his head. "I'm gonna need you to show me how much you want your punishment. Once I'm satisfied we'll get to work. Do you think you - and your cock - can convince me?"