Well yes, but actually no

“What if I said I did learn my lesson, but want you to treat me like I didn’t?”

He pauses for a moment, considering the idea, then motions to an empty chair next to him.

“Explain.” He says

“I get what you’re doing here, and it’s actually pretty hot. So how’s this: on weekends you treat me as a guest, like I’m one of your lobbyist friends you invite here to fuck everything that moves, but Monday through Friday you treat me like I’m the worst of the worst and you throw the toughest punishments you have at me.”

“A very interesting idea.” He says after a moment. “Are you sure you want to go through with it? What you went through today was just the tip of the iceberg.”

You gulp slightly, realizing you might not know what exactly you’re getting into, but also knowing you might never get a chance like this again.

“I’m sure.” You say with determination.

“Alright.” He says “this will be fun! Let’s see... it’s Thursday today, so we’ll give you a real taste of what our punishment mistress has to offer tomorrow and you can have your last chance at backing out this weekend. In the meantime, enjoy your dinner! Your diet will be much saltier from now on.”