"I wouldn't ask you to," he replied. "As I said, you are no slave." He leaned forwards. "But your desire for penance is clear. I think being naked and vulnerable, just as your boy was, will help you appreciate your situation." Not to mention, it would be pleasurable for Carrick to see him nude and under the lash.
Carrick's natural sadism and his long years of wielding the whip came to the fore.He knew that punishment was in the mind as much as the body, and so he pressed a little further.
"What a lonely situation for you," he mused. "I assume you have an Alpha, and yet you come to me, of all people, for discipline. Not that I'm offended in the least. I consider it something of a privilege."
After a moment's silence, he became more businesslike. "My thoughts are this," he said shortly. "I will take you upstairs to the room with which Jennifer has recently become intimately acquainted. You will select two belts to be used your punishment - one as close to the instrument with which you beat your slave, and one somewhat heavier."
His gaze was hard and direct. "You will assume the same position in which your pretty slave boy took his own punishment. And I will beat you hard. It will be at least twice as severe as that which you gave your slave; but then you are a grown man and a Supernatural. I expect you to take your punishment with dignity and stoicism."
He gave a moment for his words to sink in. "And should you be concerned about loose tongues, I can assure you that nobody except the two of us will ever need to know about this."