Her foundation was sinking away from her feet. He'd not considered her world like this. But she hadn't thought of her real place when she got in the way of his political relationships either. He didn't suppose this made them even. The way she wrung herself around the ornamental obelisk was quite dramatic, and he liked the look of it. Under his touch she tied herself closer to it. She was not used to being looked over like this, and it was quite something to see blood rush to her surfaces when modesty screamed inside her.<br/><br/>He huffed at her first sound at the first visit from the leather tongue. It was clear she had some kind of inclination toward this. The sound was put into perspective when he second reaction was shrill. He let her have her cry against the post as he inspected the blushing around the marks, like the smudged light around a star. He slid a finger over the redness and then took a sudden step back again, one she might suspect was the prelude to more contact from the lamb's hide.<br/><br/>Her response was creative. She'd found something true in her that he liked, but he wasn't done with her misery yet. "And what are women then, compared to me?" he asked her, now that she had offered him something more to accuse her of, if she did not play her hand correctly. With a swift and calculated outburst, the punishing strap found the inside of her clenched thigh somehow, to part her legs from each other, so she would not have that comfort, either.<br/><br/>"Out with you ass, I said!" It was a formidable roar, and he didn't sound himself, as though he'd told her many times and she'd refused. She could hold on to the post, but she couldn't hug it for comfort. "How can I forgive you if you're not remorseful with your entire body?" he posed, volume still rumbling. The leather band reached for her like it had missed her, and laid its signature on her waist to insist for their master.<br/><br/>"Am I making your repentance too uncomfortable, Monroe?" he asked, insulted, and then lifted his arm to let the belt hang. It was a grueling suggestion, that he'd bring it down like this. A hateful maneuver, that would surely take skin with it. He did strike, but it was by her feet instead, and the clap was dulled by the carped, but the sound was still a testament to the damage it might have done, firm fibers rising with a puff. He must truly feel wronged to have this level of reckless in his arm.<br/><br/>He needed her to betray her sisters for him, because in his mind, she'd betrayed him for them. "Answer!"