At first she expected a fluidity to Yang's creeping aside her, but as those words of rebellion left his mouth, she raised up the end of the lead, intending to strike him with great force. But seeing how he began to move along despite his protest, she lowered her arm just marginally and let her sudden anger dissipate.<br/><br/>On the other hand, spare baby the switch..<br/><br/>A quick snap of her wrist, and she let the looped end of the leash slap against his bare buttocks. It was enough to leave a delicious sting, and a bit of a redness where it had licked his flesh. Should he stumble or falter, she would then lift up the lead, making sure that he understood that despite his pain, he should still be obediently trotting beside her rustling, luxurious skirts.