He let go of her throat, the blood surging back to her head quickly with the added effect of briefly stifling her senses. Or, at least, all of her senses that weren't the searing pain. She got some part of her wish, though, as he tossed the wipe aside; only to move over toward the small bag and rifle through it's contents for something new. He made a bit of a show of it; picking through the items as though he hadn't already decided. He turned his back to her, too, to show that he had absolutely no fear of any attempt at retribution or escape; neither would work, anyway.<br/><br/>"Well, Whore? I don't hear the sound of your dress hitting the floor. That's another time you've ignored the rules; you're going to spend all day getting punished at this rate. For that infraction... Tonight you'll be sleeping in a cage. It'll be all week if I'm still waiting in another minutes time." He finally turned to smirk at her. "It's not very large. Your life is going to be much easier if you just learn to do exactly what you're told, when you're told it. This is simple, tip of the iceberg stuff."<br/><br/>His hand came out with a long, wooden paddle. The flat surface was polished; very high quality abuse gear.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>