"...Improper ways." Setsuya giggled, "I think you should all be thinking of me in improper ways. But you shouldn't give me such authority, accepting any punishments across the board. What if I decided to beat you three times a day for the rest of your life, and attached electrodes to your tender places? I could be so very cruel! But I suppose you already know I wouldn't. Well..."<br/><br/>She swung hard, and the many small, lightweight lashes slapped firmly across Akiko's rump. Setsuya didn't take this slowly, however, instead she let blow after blow rain down, striking repeatedly across her maid's bare flesh. Slowly, a series of pink stripes began to form, heating up and reddening as the punishment went on. But, after less than a dozen lashes, the skin hot but not even close to broken, Rikku entered.<br/><br/>"Excellent, Rikku. What drink did you feel appropriate for the occasion?"