Gallant Reflex, Alex Divine and Janay

Janay storms into the executive office. No warm-up, just cold authority. The gimp girl's already on edge, boots gleaming, body bound. Janay's palm cracks like a whip across that offered flesh, her crop slicing the air after. "I just got to get a couple of whacks on this ass," she growls. The slave bends, slow, reluctant, braced for the next sting. Each hit lands brutal, deliberate. The tension pulls tight, then tighter, until the whole room feels like it's holding its breath. One wrong move and you'll flinch right along with her. Janay doesn't stop until the message sinks in: mercy isn't on the table.