No

You glare back at her without reply, maybe there's still a way out of this, you're sure as hell not going to beg! "Bad choice" she says as she looks down at you. She removes her bra, freeing her perky tits and uses it to tie your hands together above your head, then She leans down to you and slides her hands up your torso, her nails pressing into your skin with just enough **** for it to be uncomfortable. You brace yourself for whatever **** she has planned.

Suddenly, she slides her hands to your arm pits and begins to tickle you mercilessly. She runs her delicate fingers down your sides to your stomach and then back up again, sending you into involuntary spasms of laughter. "You like it do you? Well then I won't stop" she cackles as she manipulates you body, forcing the laughter from your lungs. "N-no" you begin to stammer between your giggles and panting breath "st-st-stop!"

"What's that? I thought you weren't going to beg!"

You squirm under her, helpless as she toys with you. Every time you think you can calm down and control yourself she finds a new angle, a new piece of flesh the poke. Suddenly, with her full strength, she whips a hand across your face with a ferocious SLAP. You're left dazed, before you can respond she tickles you again. What just hap- SLAP she hits you again. It stings, a bright red hand mark forms across your cheek. SLAP again, she beats you. The contrasting sensations messes with your head, you don't know what to feel. "Beg" she commands in an authoritative tone.