Princess Kali and Neil

Neil can't get it right. One wrong look and Princess Kali's hand cracks across his face, hard enough to rattle his teeth. She doesn't waste words. The paddle lands next, sharp smacks that echo off the walls, each strike leaving his ass red and stinging. When she stretches out her feet he drops to his knees and starts licking, desperate to prove himself. His tongue works over every inch of her sole, between her toes, slow and careful, but it still isn't enough. She watches him, cold and unimpressed, then orders him back. The cage door clangs shut. The lock clicks. He curls up on the floor, bruised and aching, left alone until she decides he can come out again.