Quentin watched her intently, keeping any displeasure for later - the boys needed discipline and it didn't pay to complain about the source of that within their earshot. Every flaw she made from holding back to squealing when she connected all got noted by her Master and stored for a review later. So far she was not doing well, though the fact that neither Zoey nor the grimacing victims could see meant that Quentin permitted himself a broad and relaxed smile. He almost sauntered along the row when Zoey timidly stepped across to the next bare back, dropping some of his usual, careful precision.<br/><br/>Finally Zoey drew a dark red line across the last of them, and looked toward Quentin for approval. His face hardened when her eyes flicked onto it, and he mutely shook his head. There was no approval there. With a resigned sigh he stepped into her back, one hand sliding across her waist and the other rising to see if it couldn't pinch at a nipple through the tight outfit. His voice poured directly into her ear, trying to stay out of earshot of the others present.<br/><br/>"Relax, it does not hurt you, does it? They deserve this." He put his teeth to her ear so closely that she could feel them catching against her skin occasionally. His voice was so low - so personal - that it came more as a growling noise than as distinct words. "Open your eyes, raise your whip, and show them that you are loyal to *me*, not them. Twice more for each, I think."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>