<div class="floatright">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/63b831f3-cc8e-4259-8c3f-2cc8f6edbda0/daa8qa1-01ce178b-1812-4459-a629-3401528eca5d.jpg/v1/fill/w_600,h_900,q_75,strp/commission__amevius_by_olchas_daa8qa1-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9OTAwIiwicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvNjNiODMxZjMtY2M4ZS00MjU5LThjM2YtMmNjOGY2ZWRiZGEwXC9kYWE4cWExLTAxY2UxNzhiLTE4MTItNDQ1OS1hNjI5LTM0MDE1MjhlY2E1ZC5qcGciLCJ3aWR0aCI6Ijw9NjAwIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmltYWdlLm9wZXJhdGlvbnMiXX0.WZGYzf-5zpCz9lFgDBMEd2G3DQgu2g8UkMbsj-oc8ts)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://static1.e621.net/data/sample/d2/75/d2754e3e382f7ea019a5cbd62791b97c.jpg)</div>Darius held onto his sister as she slowly composed herself and began to speak her mind.  He listened as she asked to be punished and explained why. It was because of her actions and jealousy towards Diabelle's position as mistress and of her speaking out at the priest presiding over the wedding. Thus she wanted him to treat her as a true slave. It was to be proof that he cared for her and loved her enough to give some tough love. He took a moment to let it all sink in as he kissed her brow and pulled away. His brow furrowed as he was thinking it over. She might like being spanked so he would not mix punishment with pleasure. A punishment needed to be clearly made. And he had no intention of harming her in lasting ways. Nor did he wish to be cruel for the sake of it.<strong>"Then I shall do just that. To prove my love for you."</strong><br/><br/>He took a moment to decide on this and then walked over to where a towel was. Returning quickly he instructed<strong>"Hands over your head."</strong>He took the chain of her collar and bound her hands in place to the bedpost.<strong>"Ya hold"</strong>He gave the command word to immobilize her bonds in place. Thus he held the towel in clear water of the wash basin and began to drape it over her bosom and stomach. He held it together with the tassels on the end by her collar and runs his magic over it. Slowly the water would chill colder and colder until in sharp contrast to the warm climate her skin was bring saturated by icy cold waters. Tiny little droplets making her skin pickle under the chill of invisible needles and there he watched. The pain of turgid nipples so hard they could cut diamonds, the shivers of the icy winter so foreign to her. This was her punishment for ten minutes. To let her suffer the cold as only he knew. He stopped when he felt she endured enough of the first punishment.<strong>"I'm not done slave."</strong>he said with the dutiful voice of a slave trainer and released her from the spell of the collar. He wanted to see if she was ready for what comes next.<br/><br/><strong>"You will kneel at the side of my chair and hold your hands out at your chest height"</strong>what was it he was planning was something that combined one punishment with another.<strong>"I have many other things to unwind from as of now and I intend to have a drink of tea."</strong>thus he places this silver tray upon her hands and then the small tea set.<strong>"Do not drop it..."</strong>the punishment comes from holding the tray like this alongside holding this seated position. He took a leisurely drink as he was studying up on war and the history of Padhe. Twenty minutes he held her like this letting her body feel this burn. Failure or not her punishment would either be completed or it would fail and he'd move onto the third