“You can leave your heels on.” Jason allowed. He wanted Flash to feel as exposed as possible in his new lair. And naked was natural.<em>Naked and in heels</em>, on the other hand, was a stripper, an escort, a whore.<br/><br/>“Let’s have a look at the place!” Jason said and lead Flash into his new domicile. He had a kitchen, twin baths, two bedrooms, a convertible ‘activities’ room and a roomy storage closet. The flat was ready-furnished, though he might want to make some changes once he had the time. There was also a large balcony with a great, entirely unobstructed view over the city. Instead of a railing, it was bordered by a narrow horizon pool that served as a hot tub.<br/><br/>Jason took a seat in one of the real-wood chairs and beckoned Flash to come over. According to her sim-feed, she was still a bit miffed about being made to prance about naked safe for her heels – and Jason certainly intended to intensify that feeling. “I know I promised you a reward.” Jason told her. “But I think we should get the spanking you have also earned yourself out of the way first.” He went on and pulled Flash over his lap. The girl squealed a bit in surprise and fear as he forced her into ‘the position’: one arm trapped against his body, the other twisted behind her back and her naked rump exposed and defenseless.<br/><br/>Jason brought his hand down hard. Flash’s excitement about the proceedings were not lost to him and there would be time for that kind of spankings, too. But first, he wanted to make a point. If he gave Flash what she wanted, then it wouldn’t’ really be a punishment, now would it? So instead of the light pain and a couple of naughty slaps she was hoping for, he spanked her to tears…and then some.<br/><br/>When he was done, he roughly shoved her out of his lap, took hold of her hair and made her crawl behind him as he walked her out to the balcony. “Now you are going to have some time to think about if it is really a good idea to resist me. Get on your knees! Hands behind your back!” He told Flash and positioned her in front of the glass balcony door, facing inward. The door handle was a smooth, stainless-steel knob and would serve perfectly for what he had in mind. “I’m going to go back inside and set the door to close.” He explained and cuffed her hands behind her back. “And you are going to experience what a doorstop feels like. Take the handle into your mouth and keep the door open. If you let go and it clunks shut, I won’t let you in again before tomorrow.” Flash barely had time to close her mouth around the handle before Jason gave the digital concierge system the order to close the balcony door. After a moment, it reported an ‘obstruction’ but kept trying to pull the door shut with a gentle force that Flash had to match.<br/><br/><br/>Half an hour later, Flash’s mood had deteriorated from ‘annoyed’ to ‘seriously pissed’. The pain of the spanking had mostly subsided by now, but it was superseded by the serious discomfort of having to kneel on the structured tiles for so long – not to mention the cramps in her jaw from holding the door open. She was cold and afraid, too.<br/><br/>When he finally freed her from her doorstop duties, Flash glared up at him with tired – but angry – eyes. She had probably firmly resolved to hating him from now on – which left her entirely unprepared for the second part of his one-two assault on her emotions: The dinner table was set for two with fancy dishes, folded napkins and romantic candles.<br/>