"Okay, Danielle. I believe you. Mistakes happen, and the contract is long, and detailed. And this," he said holding up the marker-stained shield, "is not permanently modified, so I'm going to go easy on you. -This time. How long has your shield been altered for?"
"Four days, sir."
"Seeing your s*x, and being unable to touch it, is a part of your punishment. You have dodged that part, so you must make amends. For the next eight days, when you are at home by yourself, or in my presence alone here in your apartment, you will go without any clothing from the waist down. If you wear a robe, it must be kept open. You will make a point to stop and observe your locked up little p***y in the mirror and remind yourself each time you see it that you are subject to someone else's ruling; my ruling,
