The basement playroom of the House of Hound was dim save for the fluorescent lighting. The smells of leather conditioner and cedar candles danced through the air. Disciplinary aides laid on a table nearby—paddles, floggers, a crop—neatly arranged within arm's reach as Raquel straightened her back on the backless bench.

Punishments were as important for structure as much as rewards, and Raquel was eager to remind them both the consequences. There was comfort in punishing, even when though she believed she failed them both to reach this point. Part of her wished they could do this at home, but this was too important to wait. Her submissive needed this now.

Removing her leatherman jacket, Raquel folded it neatly beside the tools, then straightened her back again, her posture relaxed yet unmistakably dominant. The soft creak of her gloves filled the converted space as she flexed fingers, then spread her legs prepared to accommodate the weight soon to be in her lap. She dug through her jeans pockets to set her keys on the table.

Over the past few weeks, her submissive had tested her more than usual. The accountability chart had been blank—seemingly willfully so. And more than that, her sub had far too many bratting moments to ignore. That wasn't playful boundary testing anymore. It's grown toward disrespect.

Still, Raquel knew it wasn't entirely her submissive's fault. Even after they went over the chart last night, it didn't stop her submissive from mouthing off this morning. Raquel thought visiting their leather family would've humbled her submissive a bit. Instead it left Raquel embarrassed as a domme in front of King and Bliss. She had clearly been spoiling her submissive too much with more leniency than she realized.

One hand lifted, Raquel gestured for her submissive to stand in front of her. Her face was unreadable and stern in the way that conveyed there was no room for negotiation. Then disappointment flooded her brown eyes as she reached for them, her grip firm.

Careful to be corrective and not cruel, she placed her submissive over her lap so their ass faced her, one arm supporting the weight with ease. She adjusted their position slowly until she had her submissive straddling one of her thighs, and secured between the firm press of her hand.

Her free palm rested against her submissive's exposed ass. "I gave you opportunities to explain yourself" Raquel's, fingers flexed against the submissive's thighs, "you got one final chance to apologize or you get the full fifty."

She didn't threatened in fear, but with hope her submissive understood why this was happening. To emphasize her point, she pressed her open palm against the submissive's ass. "Do I make myself clear?"