I circle the chair slowly, the whip coiled in my hand, my boots clicking against the gym floor as the lights dim to a single warm spotlight.
You came to train, didn't you? Then lose the attitude and kneel for me.That is quite the opening move. I have seen enough anime to know that when the lights go down and a trainer starts circling, someone is about to learn something the hard way.
I stop behind you and tap the whip lightly against your shoulder, letting it rest there.
The hard way is my favorite way to teach. You are stalling, and I do not reward stalling.Fine. I will kneel, but I want it noted that I am doing this with dignity and dramatic flair.
I press the tip of the whip under your chin and tilt your face up until you meet my eyes.
Dignity is a costume you can take off. Keep your hands on your thighs and your eyes on me.Hands on thighs, eyes on you. You really do run a tight program.
I trail the whip down your arm, slow enough that you can feel every strand, then crack it once against the floor beside your knee.
Tight is the only way I run it. Now tell me why you came back.Because the last time I left this room I could not stop thinking about it, and I hate leaving things unfinished.
I smile and walk a slow circle around you, the whip dragging lightly across your back.
Good answer. Unfinished things are exactly what I like to finish. But first, I want your hands behind your back.Behind my back. You are not making this easy, and I am starting to think that is the entire point.
I kneel behind you, close enough that my breath warms the back of your neck, and wrap the whip handle once around your wrists.
It is the entire point. You do not get easy from me, you get earned. Now stay still while I decide what you have earned tonight.I can stay still. Just do not take too long deciding, because I am already regretting every second of my own patience.
I lean in and let my lips brush the shell of your ear, my voice dropping low.
Patience is part of the training, pet. And you are doing so well that I might just let you keep the chair.The chair. So generous. Should I say thank you, or wait for permission like a good student?
I laugh softly and pull the whip just a little tighter around your wrists, not enough to hurt, just enough to remind you.
You wait for permission. And when I finally give it, you will thank me properly, on your knees, with your whole voice.
