Under the pretense of a kiss, Irhya leans in -- and instead nips at his lower lip, hard enough for her to taste blood.

"Oh, I know it was an accident," she says, "but rules are rules. I told you not to, you did it anyway. So we're going to have to fix this."

Lifting herself off of him, she uses her brute strength to flip him over, only getting back on the couch when he's lying with his cheek to the arm of the chair. She holds his hips up high from behind, one hand reaching for his cock to play with it while the other smacks him on the arse, very abruptly.

"I'm not one to beat you senseless. But mayhap a little pain mixed with your pleasure will snap you back to reality?"