from frying pan to fire?

"Now, what shall I do with you? Disobedient, willful, cannot remain silent for more than a few moments...quite a list, isn't it?" I concentrated on the patch of floor directly in front of my knees. Answering would only complicate the situation. "Surely you have something you would do to a submissive who behaved so poorly, wouldn't you?" I stayed silent. He walked slowly around me as I knelt. Each footfall seemed unnaturally loud to me now. His quiet, logical discussion of my faults did not bode well. Any leverage I'd had from that kiss had long since disappeared. Damn!

"I think we'll just go back to basics for now, "he murmured. He pulled a strip of cloth from one pocket and quickly tied it around my head, covering my eyes completely. Double damn! He'd stumbled onto one of my tricks. "And, I seem to recall an e-mail from you a while ago, something about you loving the feel of leather against bare skin..."