The Manor (open to all!)

[Astrello]

"Yes of course, Mr Spice. Zochi says as he follows him. Does he know, he thinks to himself. He caught you going through the letters, why wouldn't he know, he thinks to himself. He continues to walk silently beside his employer. He seems neutral, maybe he just wants to talk to me about something, thinks hopefully. Still he did catch me going through his mail. He's going to ask you about that no doubt, he thinks to himself. We'll just have to follow him and see what happens, he thinks to himself.

[forsakenonexxo]

.with abit of effort and a sound of a click the door would budge open with a creaking nosie as i grab my knife and move fowards silently not making any noises or sudden movemnts to draw attetion. Almost home free alex come on..

[SlightPhobia]

Mister Spice wasn't about to take little Zochi anywhere. Spice had other plans. The bland way the boy responded to him was infuriating. "Are you.... Completely unaware that I have caught you," he began, forcing the boy's chin up with the tip of his riding crop. With a loud crack, he whipped the tip of the crop over the back of the boy's nearest hand, no doubt leaving a painful white welt in its wake; "--Red handed..." He at last allowed his lips to twitch somewhat into a smirk. It was not a smile-- it was a self-assured smirk. Backing the boy to a wall, he placed a hand beside the boy's head and lifted the crop once more, resting it against the side of the boy's face. "Snooping through my things." Finally he accused the boy-- flatly at that. "Ask me to forgive you. Confess it-- and ask me to forgive you," he commanded quietly. He didn't need to raise his voice or yell-- the quiet, level tone of his voice was terrifying enough. Locking his icy blue eyes on the boy's darker pair, he waited for the boy to speak once more.

[Astrello]

Zochi winces in pain as he strikes his hand. Then he looks in Mr. Spice's eyes and tears fall down his cheeks. Swallowing and wiping away a few tears he speak.

"Alright you've got me, I'm a spy for a company that is competing with you. I have been trying to gather information that will allow them to beat you at your own game. I'm so sorry Mr. Spice that I betrayed your trust and kindness, I just needed a little extra money and so I hired myself as I spy. Please forgive me, sir."

[SlightPhobia]

Tears. They were such glorious, beautiful things. How he treasured the glassy look in the gent's eyes as they brimmed and spilled over with a carefully crafted guilt. Were he a demon, he likely would have torn out the man's soul then and there to devour it. Alas! He was no such thing. instead, he leaned forward and eased himself unnaturally close to the man. "That is... a very sloppy sight, Mister Mata..." The crop eased down the boy's face with a chilling scrape, threatening to lash out at any moment. "Your face is all sloppy and weepy... just like a little toddler begging not to be taken across his papa's knee," he mocked with a rather sadistic grin.
He let the gent speak his words-- he let him confess and blurt the whole story out... but he didn't care. He already knew the story. He'd let the boy come in this far! "Do you really think I was unaware" he finally spat back in return, slapping the crop down over the outside of the boy's hip. It was dangerously close to the boy's seat. Any closer and it may well have been a spanking. Surely, the slap of the crop left an angry red mark-- though not quite a white welt. "Do you really think a little brat such as yourself would have been allowed in without so much as an oath of allegiance?" Exhaling a shivered breath against the boy's face, he pulled back and took a step back. "Your pathetic apology is not enough. Get on your knees. Now," he growled. "Hands on the floor, face down. Beg forgiveness," he commanded once more as though he hadn't heard the boy's first attempt to apologise. Was he blind to the boy's tears?! Was he that inhuman and unkind? Mr. Spice did have a reputation.

[Astrello]

Zochi still winces from the strike of the crop and from his employer's anger. Then he slowly gets down on his knees, places his hands on the floor and face down.

"Please forgive me, sir. Please I beg you. I will never betray you again, swear. Just, please forgive me," he says trembling and with tears in his eyes from the pain and fear.

[SlightPhobia]

The wincing didn't seem to phase him. His expression seemed quite drained. How many had betrayed him before Zochi? Two? Three? Ten? Twelve? It didn't matter how many-- they were all gone now. He'd had them killed, or imprisoned for crimes they did not commit. Was that to be the fate of Zochi though? No. Not this one... This one was not like the others-- he was not as cut-throat, not as brutal and malicious. He was... naive and mouldable. "Lick the floor," he commanded, pointing to a spot directly before him with the toe of his boot. "Lick it-- and leave your tongue pressed to the floor. Your hands will not leave the floor," He added as he took a few strides, positioning himself behind the boy. With the boy on his knees, bowing down to the floor, it left his little behind lifted high for punishment. "You will not like it if your tongue so much as leaves the floor for a breath. Leave your tongue... on that floor," he reiterated, drawing the crop back in a menacing fashion.

[Astrello]

Zochi does as he is told licking the floor. It takes all his will not remove his tongue from the floor but he fear what his employer will do to him if her removes it. Then he braces himself for the incoming pain that he knows is coming. The floor tastes horrid but he is not going to move from his place till Mr. Spice says so.

[SlightPhobia]

He let the boy lick the floor for a moment, simply to let him taste the absolute humility of the situation he was in. "Tastes bitter, doesn't it," he murmured coldly. Before the boy could answer, he lashed the crop forward, striking the poor boy's tender sit-spot with the tip of the crop. It drug over his flesh in a whipping stripe, leaving behind a painful red mark. The noise it made was equally terrifying; particularly as he brought his arm back across his body for the back swing, lashing another stripe across the crown of the boy's bottom. "But imagine the taste your treachery has left in my mouth," he hissed.
He longed to hear the boy cry out-- longed to hear him let go and bawl like a helpless babe. With his tongue pressed to the floor, the way he cried would surely be loud and unrestrained- there would be no way to hide what was happening. One could only hope the other slaves present in the manor wouldn't become too terrified from the unfoldings. "I saw you there that day you came in... looking deceitful and so full of yourself," he grunted, lashing the crop down twice more more toward the centre of the boy's bottom, he was sure to be aggravating the fabric of the boy's trousers by now. "...So I told my chairman... Go down and make sure that boy is take in at the lowest level... Bring him in and let us watch him for a while...." Stepping forward, crouched down beside the boy, stroking a palm over the boy's clothed seat. As though to change the subject, he cooed softly: "That hurts, doesn't it?" He couldn't have meant it though-- it must have been a trap.

[Astrello]

Zochi even with all his preparation is not prepared for the pain that follows. After the first strike he starts to cry out in agony. The pain and the brutality of this all is too much.

"Please stop sir! Ah! Please stop, Ah that hurts. Please stop it really hurts! Stop, I beg you! I'm sorry, so sorry, just please stop," he says crying due to all the pain.