Setsuya took hold of the leash, holding on firmly but knowing Akiko would not pull away - having offered it to her in the first place.<br/><br/>"No, I'll be fine without drying off. Don't you worry about your mistress this time."<br/><br/>With that, she led the way, down the long, warm corridor, to a door with a security pad. She pressed her hand against it, and the scanner detected the tiny implant. There was a soft beep, and the door slid open, revealing...<br/><br/>The punishment room was reasonably large. It had very soft carpet, and looked like it was more of a leisure room, designed for comfort. It even had a large, cushy sofa. The other furniture, however, suggested otherwise.<br/><br/>A couple of vaulting horses rested against one wall. They were padded, and designed to be knelt upon in such a way as to present the buttocks for punishment while displaying their hidden delights at the same time. There were cabinets with plastiglass doors, showing the contents, and each one held a different type of implement - whips, canes, crops, paddles, straps, restraints, penetrative sex toys...<br/><br/>And a plushie. A plush crocodile, to be precise.<br/><br/>"You should probably all take your clothes off, and then assume a penitent position for me."