He would do anything to help his Sanya. And somethings, he'd do with pleasure. 

And there was an unused old office room perfect for it.

He walked in on Sanya’s clothes scattered all over the floor in heaps. A thin cane is on the bed, next to a leather paddle – two of his preferred toys when he wanted to marked her. 

He enjoyed those toy, but he only liked to use them when Sanya had done something to deserve it. But as it stood right now, Sanya had done nothing wrong except let herself be human. 

So, no. He would not punish Sanya with a paddle or a cane. He had a different idea. He knew what Sanya needed.

“Sanya.”

“Yes sir.”

The immediate response went straight to his balls. 

“Why are your clothes all over the floor?”

“I was in a hurry, sir.” Sanya answered, her eyes down toward some unknowable spot on the floor. She really did look beautiful like this. He almost didn'twant to make her move, but this wasn'tabout what he wanted. But about what Sanya needed.

“You need to pick them up, fold them, and put them away.”

Sanya looked at him.

“You’re serious?”

He raised his eyebrows. “Don’t make me ask again.”

“Yes sir.” Sanya said as she got up from the floor and began gathering her clothes. 

“I’m going to want you kneeling on the floor. If you want  you can pick a clothing to kneel on.” He made the offer, expecting a ‘thank you, sir’ in response, but instead he watched as Sanya folded her shirt, skirt, and underwear and set them in a neat pile. 

Very well. That was Sanya’s choice, and that’s the last one she would be getting.

Soon Sanya was standing in front of him staring at the ground.

“Turn around and kneel. On your toes, sitting on your heels with your knees spread.”

“Yes sir.” Sanya turned and immediately complied, sinking to the ground and into position with perfect posture.

“Arms behind your back.”

“Yes sir.” Sanya pulled her arms behind her back and griped her left wrist with her right hand. He watched her freckled skin tense with the motion. 

“Now stay. And don’t speak.” He said and pulled the wooden chair out from under the desk. Sat down about three feet behind Sanya. He was close enough that he’d be able to reach out and touch Sanya if he needed to, but far enough that Sanya could not feel his body heat.

Then he waited. Silent.