Quentin's hand had paused, rested against her bucking, bruised backside. He hadn't heard her quite so frightful or broken before, at least not recently, and thanks to his natural perversion this bought a satisfied grin to his lips. Even so... There was a point of injury Quentin didn't wish to cross - he wanted her scared, not wounded! - so he obliged. Or at least he turned his attention to other methods of punishment that might spare her tender ass.<br/><br/>"Fine, fine... Enough of that." He wrenched her head back and up, dislodging her from his lap and forcing her to find some position that satisfied both her need to balance, and his insistence that her teary face was displayed for him. He watched her a moment, then let her drop limply anyway. "But I am not done with you yet, nor do I think I will be until we are in bed and sleep takes me. Such a trick you tried to pull... "<br/><br/>He slipped from the chair, moving past her and to one of the ornate drawers that Zoey recognised by now as one holding the toys and implements of his perversion. He rooted through it for a moment before dragging out a few bits and pieces, seemingly on a whim. That gave Zoey a chance to rest, too, but all too soon he was back to stand over her.<br/><br/>"Put this on." He dropped a strip of leather containing a small black ball in the middle, and two halves of a buckle at either end. Zoey hadn't been introduced to it yet, but she'd seen other gags enough to recognise its use. "Then lie on your back, with your arms flat on the floor and your legs as far apart as you can put them. Bend your back so that only your shoulders, arse and arms are on the floor." In his other hand he tested the slender, flexible switch that he meant to use on her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>