<strong>Mordecai ~ Not happy with Madeline</strong><br/><br/>Mordecai turned from the TV monitor. He stood and moved towards Madeline. His arm on hers as he spoke.<br/><br/>“Let’s have a look shall we?” He said mildly as he escorted her back to the office.<br/><br/>He could see the door open from the hall way. He brought her inside and close it behind him. It shut solidly. He took a deep breath as he eyed the place.<br/><br/>Mordecai‘s first response, “Not acceptable.”<br/><br/>“Office door open. Laptop sitting for anyone to see.” He stepped to it and turned it one.<br/><br/>A brief search of the Event View disclosed the rest of her sins. He turned to her and wiped the sticky grease off his fingers from the laptop key board onto a napkin disguarded by the ring of water that formed around the cup which just happened to be sitting next to a coaster.<br/><br/>Mordecai turned the monitor where she could see, but he knew she already knew. He knew she knew her little side trips to the virus whores of the internet were forbidden on one of the special laptops. Nothing was to being traced on it but business. Yet it was all right here in the Administrator Utilities.<br/><br/>Mordecai darkened. He slipped his fingers on the top of the screen and closed the lid. He disconnected the charger and toss the laptop in the open safe before locking it.<br/><br/>“Four Mortal sins,” He said calmly as he walked to her.<br/><br/>His hands on her. Turning her around. Cuffing her hands behind her back. His voice even like the crust of ice on the top of an artic lake.<br/><br/>“You know what this means.”<br/><br/>He took her by the arm and stepped out into the hallway. He’d take care of things in there later. She needed to know the extend of the damage she caused in terms she could understand.<br/>The door closed behind him. He check that it locked before he continued towards his rooms with her in his grip.<br/><br/>He brought her inside his room and close that door to then locked it behind him. She had pushed him in all kinds of ways. It stopped here and now. He took her to the other room. The room he had only taken her to a few times. He walked her to the post. Pushing her body against it with one hand he released one cuff.<br/><br/>He jerked her hand with the cuffed wrist upward to the ring. Ran the open cuff thru it and then got her other wrist into the cuff. Her hands over her head held by the cuffs on her wrists.<br/><br/>He hands to her top. Tearing it off her back. Tearing it off her shoulders and pulling the dress down to her ankles. He didn’t care how much she squirmed. Not this time. She had jeopardized everything. All the men. All the money. Everything in the three hours she had been here. From the moment she had arrived she had jeopardized him.<br/><br/>He could not even speak. His hands shook with anger as he turned from her to the locker. He flung it open and searched for the right weapon. He returned to stand behind her with a three tongued whip. It was meant to smart. He used it on slave who’d been especially bad.<br/><br/>It was meant to bite and welt with a burn. He planned to lather her back so that she looked like meat off a professional grill. He planned to let that leather snap along her exposed sides. He planned to flip her around and whip the crap out of her belly and breasts.<br/><br/>Mordecai was not happy. He just had to remember to count. He had a number in mind and anything else would probably result in whipping her til she bled. Right now that was sounding mighty good so he had a number. Something a lot less than anything that would do that.<br/><br/>His arm went back and then snapped forward. The whip trailing and then suddenly taking the lead. Exploding against the soft flesh of Madeline’s back.<br/><br/>“ONE!”<br/><br/>