She might have gotten away with that, if Adrian wasn't the man he was. She might have gotten away with it, if she weren't leashed. He dropped the brush as he looked at his wrist, the dark-blue leash tied around it had quite some slack before he reached her, and he was contemplating whether or not to actually give her those few more minutes. Then his brows set firm and determination came over him. She was His pokemon, not the other way around. He'd given her ample time to play while he could have been training her. He wanted strong pokemon, smart pokemon, effective and loyal pokemon who could hold their own in a fight, even one not bound by the ritual rules.<br/><br/>Standing up, he pulled the leash, it took two or three pulls before he got to the length where she would feel it. A harsh tug on her throat, obviously the collar wasn't headed where she was going. Her instincts would force her to the surface, his jerks on the leash would force her towards him. A struggle to keep upright as he pulled at her leash and collar would end her up at his feet. His face stern, a mixture between anger and disappointment, rounded off with a dose of restraint. He had to do this right, otherwise she would either hate him or think him weak. Both were out of the question. She was his first pokemon, she had to be perfect, an example to the ones who would follow.<br/><br/>"I gave you time to play while we could have been on our way, I wanted to groom you, take care of you. But this is what you do? You disobey a direct order? I wish I hadn't told you I was going to punish you if you didn't cooperate, because now I will have to, and you, will, let, me." He wasn't done yet, he was just taking a small pause. His breath rapid, if he'd gone on he might have ended in screaming, his voice barely contained how he felt. His eyes burned, she would see it, he wanted to be her trainer, and she his pokemon. Their bond was already forming, and this punishment, would either strengthen or break it. The latter he was hoping to avoid, the only reason for his restraint that was left.<br/><br/>Picking up the towel he'd hung over a branch to dry and drenching it in the water from the small lake all the while looking at Umbre, he made himself ready. She may or may not have realised it, but as he twisted the heavy, wet, cloth he had made himself a makeshift whip. "Stand up, be proud! Show me that you understand what this is for. You ARE my pokemon, I can't watch you disobey my direct orders and do nothing." Her ass would be the target of his makeshift whip, her self-chosen stance determining how and where he could hit her.