Mistress Raven's Dungeon, Sunday Night

[trigons_child]

Mistress Raven was a little cranky tonight, both due to Merlin's failure to show up for his punishment and that hottie Hannibal being such a mama's boy. But at least she'd scored another appointment for tonight, and she'd take out that frustration on him. With a whip.


[For continuity (in my soap opera? It's less common than you think), Joan's visit is last of the night.]

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[trigons_child]

"Very well," Raven said. "Since you've been such a bad boy, you need a suitable punishment." She moved behind GOB, raised the flogger, and brought it down hard.

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

"Ow!" GOB called out. "That stings."

Which was the point.

[trigons_child]

"I did not tell you to speak, slave!" Raven said, bringing the flogger down again.

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

GOB didn't say anything this time, but he did grunt a little. At the moment, he was really grateful he drank so much before coming here. If he weren't drunk, this might hurt a bit more.

[trigons_child]

Crack. "Are you going to learn to behave from now on?" Raven said. "Are you going to be a good boy?" Crack.


[And I must sleeeeeeeeeeeep.]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

"Yes, Mistress?" GOB tried. He figured he had a fifty-fifty shot at the right answer, or else it was going to be a long night. Actually, it might still be a long night even if it was the right answer. He had no clue.

[OOC: Night!]

[trigons_child]

"I don't think I like the tone of that answer," Raven said, prowling around him. "You don't sound very sincere."