The Punishment of Asgard
Chapter Eight
Business of the Night

It was late, very late, and Asgard was very quiet and still.
A single candle flickered in the bedchambers of the Enchantress, it's light revealing that, perhaps Loki still had lessons to be learned.

Loki was face down upon the Enchantress' bed.
Fine mitral chains went from each of the bed's four posts.
One to each of Loki's wrists, and one to each of Loki's ankles.
Loki was naked, his/her body milk white save for the very well reddened buttocks displayed prominently by a pillow placed under Loki to purposely hold that part of his/her body somewhat elevated.

The Enchantress turned from an armoire, something in her right hand.
As she did so, she smiled a wicked smile, then said:

'In my time among mortals...
I've learned there are these things called Positive and Negative reinforcement, Darling Loki..
And that they should be applied most judiciously when attempting to teach, say, a puppy not to piddle on the floor.'

The Enchantress moved to show Loki the black leather riding crop she held in her hand, then said, her voice husky:

'So let us make very sure that the lesson M'Lord Thor taught you isn't quickly forgotten, shall we?'

Loki, a ball gag in his/her mouth, squealed, eyes wide in fear.
It seemed it was going to be a long, long night...

The End?