Hosing down a bitch.

You decided that she still had too much of an attitude.

Your men untie her and offer her one piece of clothing- a pair of thigh high stockings.

She knows better than to resist and puts them on, before being led to another Room.

She's stood up on a metal grate and chained in place with all 4 limbs.

You enter, standing a few feet in front of her.
A tarp is covering something next to you.

"You need to be conditioned. Sometimes the simplest ways are the best."

You pull the tarp away to reveal a water hose and sprinkler.
You turn the water on her, spraying her all over!

She tries- in vain- to escape the spray.
She's chained up and not going anywhere.

Donna is wet.
Donna is cold.
Donna is embarrassed.

You stop and let her recover her senses.

"Ask me to let you cum. Beg me."
She's cold and sore, but not broken.
She simply shakes her head.

"Alright. Be that way."
She gulps as you get closer with the hose.

You spray her up close, punishing her tits with the cold, hard stream of water.

This is somehow worse.
She didn't see this coming!

'Fuck- this sucks!'

He punishes her for a while and then stops, his point proven.

"Things can always get worse...and now they will."
She gulps.