Edwyrd quickly realized that he was not all that trained for this, and perhaps he had been lulled a bit into a false sense of security. This he decided as he was left groaning and winded, his former master held in place but having successfully landed a blow on his recently magically enhanced crotch. Sadly that didn't make it hurt any less, and he was forced to take a break for a few minutes at a suitable distance where she couldn't hit him, at the very least so he could get rid of the stars in his eyes.<br/><br/>But at least he had managed to succeed and actually get her in the damn thing, which as far as he was concerned was half the battle. Now it was just a matter of actually instilling some discipline in the thing. That he set to with a will, grabbing onto one of the nearby paddles and using it to mete out his will upon her poor rear, smacking it until it was a nice red color.<br/><br/>He let her stew like that for a couple minutes, occasionally reinforcing the point before he decided to move on. Next would come a collar, retrieved from the dungeon itself and presumably having a bit more oomph to it than your average pet collar. He snapped it into place before releasing her from the stockade, just in time to get whacked in the crotch, again.<br/><br/><strong>"Oof! Ffuuuck,"</strong>he groaned, doubling over as he clutched at his junk. That fucking hurt! At least her hands were still trapped, as far as small favors went. Apparently the one round had not been enough for her.<br/><br/>Once he had recovered enough to walk Edwyrd perused the various tools and equipment before moving for one of the branding irons that Lavi had left lying around. Maybe this would provide a more permanent solution for his unruly kitten problem....