"I never said he knew. No one was to know. Those accepting tribute were hand picked. The pattern was simple, he chose those strong enough to cause him problems hoping we would break them for him. We owed him no favors." He bit off. Moving aside so he could get into position. He let his hand wander down Riley's back.
Sliding to the side he put the baton aside and went for a leather cat o' nine tails. "Time to change things up a bit, let those bruises heal a bit, wouldn't want you having to make excuses." He left the back be for now and built into a stronger rhythm across the backs of his thighs and buttocks.