I hummed as I lifted the whip and used all of my strength to slam it into his dick. He screamed and dropped again. I watched in pure disgust as he leaned over to empty his stomach onto the floor. 

"I guess we're starting over," I shrugged but I doubt he registered my comment through his pain. His neck strained up to allow him to breathe as he sobbed, clawing at the collar on his neck. 

He wasn't even fully standing before I placed another hit on his crotch. I made the hit lighter on purpose but he still flinched so hard the spikes on the collar dug into his skin again. Blood was pooling down his body rapidly and I loved seeing it. The top part of his jeans was soaked with it and seeing the color change so quickly was fascinating. 

The next hit was only slightly harder as I tried to condition him into thinking these were the worst hit he could have. He flinched again but with his hands tangled in the chain he didn't move to cushion the next blow. 

He was sobbing by the fourth hit, still blindly trying to unclasp the chain from his collar. The first hit was made with as much strength as I could gather. He screamed and struggled to get away from the pain but the chain kept him in place for me.

I frowned at the fact that he didn't move to cover himself even as he leaned over to gag again. He was already sobbing but his hands never loosened on the chain above him. 

I aimed the whip at his neck this time. He hissed as the needles dug into his fingers but didn't pull them away.

"That one didn't count," I told him. "Move your hands or I'm starting over."

The blood on his face from the cut was still bleeding, the clot being broken with every strain and grimace he made with his face, rolling down the curve on his cheeks and jaw before collecting at the base of the collar. With every added drop that was absorbed into the collar, a drop fell from the bottom, the soaked collar not being able to keep up with the steady flow anymore. 

He groaned at the command but did as he was told anyway. The second his hands dropped I placed another hit on his dick. Hit after hit he stayed there, only moving enough to flinch away from the hit before returning to his original place. His face was covered in pain but his eyes still held the fire I was hoping for. 

When the 10th hit landed he all but sagged to the floor before realizing the collar was still in place around his neck. 

I may have hated the man in front of me but even I couldn't deny that he was a sturdy son of a bitch and for that, I had to honor my promise of only 10 lashes. That and he was bleeding a bit too hard still. His skin had gone far too pale and his neck was all but scrapped raw but that didn't mean I was done with him yet. 

I placed the whip back on the wall before walking over to Richard. He flinched and walked as far back as he could before the collar started to tighten. 

"Oh, calm down you big baby," I scoffed. "Do you want to get off the leash or not?"

"Yes, Jem, please," he begged and all but slumped against me. I simply backed away and let the chain catch him as he fell forward. 

"Don't fucking touch you bastard. I don't want your blood on me."

The second the chain was free, Richard crumbled onto the floor and didn't move beyond curling himself into a ball. 

I nudged him with my shoe and he groaned. 

"Get up, you aren't done yet." He didn't move and I kicked him harder. He groaned at the pressure on his ribs but I didn't stop until he moved to sitting on all fours. "You made a mess," I told him as I went to the med-pack corner of the basement and picked up a rag. "Clean it up and you can be done for the day, how does that sound?" I didn't give him a chance to respond as I dropped the rag on top of the floor in front of him.

"Yes, Jem," he mumbled as he began his cleaning. 

After only a few seconds, I could tell this was going to take a while. His movements were slow and shaky, he could barely move a few feet before he stumbled and fell. With every fall it took him longer to get back up. 

I sighed in boredom as I leaned back against the wall, massaging my rest lightly with the force I had used. 

"I don't have all day," I scoffed. "Be grateful I don't go look for volunteers to 'help' you clean. I promise they will make this much harder for you. Hurry up."

It took an hour for him to clean the mess, not only from the blood that pooled where he was standing but the walls were also painted with splatters that rained down with every hit. Not to mention the puke he almost fell into multiple times. 

When he was finally done he sat back and looked up at me, his eyes were still filled with hate despite the tired look that covered the rest of him. Still, no matter how much he hated me, he didn't move an inch as he waited for the next order. 

"Get back to the chain," I said while nodding to the chain connected to the wall he had been spending the past few days at. 

He crawled sluggishly before slumping against the wall, his eyes heavy now that he knew I wouldn't be doing anything else to him for the day. 

"Are you going to follow the rules next time or are we going to get to repeat this again," I asked as I locked the chain on the collar. He grimaced at the added weight but didn't try to move it. 

"Yes, Jem," he mumbled weakly, sadly not falling for the trick for the third time. I hummed as I stood up and walked up the stairs, making a mental note for someone to come down and check on him in a few hours.

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