"Alright." He said, in a soft, calm voice. That was the last of that, though. In an instant, he was the dom, his eyes cold and distant, his posture straight, his voice firm, demanding, no nonsense.

"You know the position, boy. Get to it." The warmth in his tone was gone. In its place was a voice that he knew that John dare not disobey. He had done so once, and he knew what the punishment was.