.o33 Punishment
He considered her to be a bad slave or girl in general. The way that her teeth bit at others was astonishing as if the pink haired minx was really a little monster from the forest. Usually his handlers would have been allowed to punish the servants and slaves that stepped out of the line. Not that any of them did in fear for their hides. His red eyes glared down at emerald ones, as her delicate form was bent over his knee. Oh no he wouldn't allow them to break this one; he would have the pleasure of doing it himself. The pleasure was the same as the feeling one gets when breaking a wild horse. The feeling was the pride of ownership, that he was man enough to overcome his obstacles. Her mouth had been gagged and her body trussed up, her fanny up in the air now red with his paddling. Muffled curses rang out form her slightly parted jaws at him. Still not broken, and probably won't be unless he raped her but that wasn't fun.
He took his time, basically torturing the girl with pink hair in various bondage practices. Tugging on her hair, nipples and other parts that were considered to be sensitive he chuckled at her grimacing and squeals of indignation. He'd punish her for two hours a day until she gave up which wasn't any time soon.