Carrick's face was impassive as he listened. He remembered nothing of his own mother from when he was a child - he assumed she had been a slave, but he had nothing concrete. He had seen her briefly as a young man, before he left for his first military campaign; before his prowess has marked him as suitable for inclusion into the ranks of the undead. She'd smiled at him with a steely pride and given the traditional Spartan farewell of a mother to a son leaving for battle: "Come back with your shield, or on it."
Carrick clasped his hands around one knee as he crossed his legs, thinking of how glad Jenn had been when he had offered to bring up the topic of regular spankings with her Master. "Some slaves need regular discipline to reinforce their status. Think of it as maintenance, not punishment. Or you could always send her back to me when she needs it."
The vampire sat unblinking and silent while Mir recounted the events of the day he had punished Emrys. He remained quiet for a while after Mir had finished speaking.
"So he was naked when you gave him the beating?"
It was a delicious thought; Mir's pretty young slave boy sobbing in pain, his smooth backside marked with the scarlet stripes of the belt, but he kept the thought for later, more private moments.
Carrick leaned forwards. "You are no slave, to be flogged and degraded. But if you truly feel you need punishment, I'm happy to assist you."
His piercing grey gaze fixed hard on the werewolf. "You are a Supernatural and as such you deserve a degree of dignity. If I give you a beating, it will be harder and more severe than anything you have likely felt before. But I'll treat you as a man, not a slaveboy."
A coldness crept back into his tone as he fell back into the role of the disciplinarian. "That said, I think it only appropriate you take your punishment in the same state as your boy: entirely naked."