Listen and wait

The iron door squeals open, startling you. You cower in the corner opposite the door as a large man enters the cell, bending his head to traverse the low passage.

He looks down at you, grinning. “I understand one of our members had some trouble with you, ****. I understand you actually raised your hand against one of them. That was unwise.”

He shuts the door behind him, and locks it.

“Ordinarily I don't need to remind you of your proper place, ****. It's been quite some time since it was last necessary to refresh your memory. But it seems you've forgotten.” He frowns, annoyed. “TRAINER puts too much stock in his memory manipulation subroutines. He just doesn't understand that under the programming you're analog, not digital. Me, I figure you're going to have some setbacks once in a while, and plan for the worst.”

He stands in front of you, towering over your kneeling form. For some reason you can't explain, his proximity is wreaking havoc with your emotions - you feel terrified of him, but being so obviously helpless and in his power is turning you on - your nipples are rock hard, your thighs are shaking, and your face and chest flushed.

“Here's what we're going to do, my dear. I'm going to let you choose your punishment. Isn't that generous of me? You can either take a whipping - thirty lashes with a cat - or take an ass fucking from my well-proportioned cock. If you want the whipping, stand against the wall here; if you want your ass reamed, get on all fours.”