What choice do you have?

That pain was nothing like anything you've experienced. You don't want to find out how many other ways he has to torture you. "I'm sorry, master. I'll be good." Eric smiles and steps back expectantly. Knowing what he wants, you start to strip. You pull off your hoodie and t-shirt, blushing profusely as your bare chest comes into view. Looking back to Eric you notice his steeled look. He isn't going to budge. You undo your jeans and pull them down slowly, embarrassed at the tent in your boxers. Kicking off your jeans and socks, you stand in nothing but your underwear. Maybe this will be enough?