Extra beatdown, extra pain

"I'd like to beat on you, and make it hurt," you state simply. There's no need to disguise your intent as extra training or some other excuse to hurt her. It's no secret that all the jobber trainers have sadistic fetishes and enjoy their jobs almost a little too much.

Leesa responds without hesitation, "okay. Go ahead. It's nothing new, so do whatever you want. I mean, with what you're gonna do to me already, it can't get much worse anyway." You smile at her confident assumption. She's about to find out that it can get a bit worse.

"Whatever I want, huh?" you say, nodding at her, "good, drink this." You take a small glass bottle of black liquid from atop your desk and toss it to her.

"Ugh, fine," she says, uncapping the bottle and chugs down the smooth syrupy drink. She's familiar with the UWFL's proprietary drink for jobbers before their matches. Branded as "Impact!" by the UWFL, it is a mix of sugar, high-dose caffeine, modafinil, amphetamines, and other stimulants to keep jobbers conscious for as long as possible in their "fights".

“Good, now stand in the receiving position,” you command.

Leesa wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, tossing the empty bottle into a nearby bin. She nods and stands facing you in the middle of the room with her feet slightly wider than shoulder-width apart and her hands behind her each grabbing the opposite elbow. Her back is slightly arched, stretching her tummy out slightly and pushing her chest towards you.

Her breathing becomes a little quicker, and she bites her lower lip. Her body tenses up in anticipation as she presents it for you to hurt it.