The Disciplinarian

It was Friday afternoon, Jade was passed out onto the couch of her room. It had been three hours since her last client, who was tech CEO, enjoyed testing out new male enchantment attachments on her fairly unmodified body. Most people who are all teched and geared up enjoy her pure body.

Her sleep was interrupted by the sudden opening of her door. There a staggering silence was all she needed to tell who was at her door through closed eyelids. The absence of Nikita’s shrieking shrilled voice introducing a paying client as escort into her room tells her that Jade was about to be in a world of pain.

The man who entered her room was a tall broad shouldered man, set in a long trench coat. From his chin hung a greying beard as long as he was tall, he face scarred from his work as a former KGB agent. He was Nikita’s brother Luther, but Jade did not know that, only he was the one who she called when wanted to discipline her, cause Nikita didn't want to discipline her or touch Jade at all. In a gruff voice he says, “Someone has been a bad girl.” He says as reaches down for the collar sits tight around her neck.

Jade gets to her feet and tries to beg him off, but knowing her pleas always fall onto deaf ears. She wasn’t sure what she did wrong to earn this punishment. She sometimes thinks Nikita gets off watching her suffer, which isn’t far from the truth but never calls her brother to discipline her **** unless there is an issue complaint by a previous client.

Luther took hold of her collar, and started to drag her into her bedroom and through the door in the back of it, down to the dungeon below the hotel proper. Once down in the dungeon, he grabs her wrist and secures them to chains for a beam in the center of the room. “Twenty lashes girl, standard procedure.” Luther stated with cold slight indifference.

With that stated, Jade knew exactly what he meant. Before she had a moment to think though, the first crack of the whip tore across her bare naked back. “One! Thank you sir!” This is what was meant by standard procedure, if she didn’t count and thank him for the “discipline” the whipping would restart and get harsher. Another crack roaring across her back. “Two! Thank you sir!” This pleases Luther and this keeps up, he alternates whipping her behind and the front of her. When it is all finished, Jade is left a heaving panting mess.

Luther then steps up to her, and places his lips to her ear, asking “Did the slut learn her lesson?” Jade meekly nodded her head yes. Luther grabs her by the chin and forces her to look into his eyes. “Speak slut!” he growls at her. “Yes sir!” Jade calls out, yet she is unsure what she actually did to deserve this punishment but knows better than to question him.