The two members of the Fire Kingdom royal family stood together in the great hallway of the palace. It had been mere hours since the invasion of the Fire Nation had been repelled and Princess Azula, the country's defensive commander, was giving the report to her father Ozai. The day had not gone according to plan for Azula so far, but she never passed up on oppurtunity to gloat on her success, regardless of inital plans.

"The invasion has been succesfully fended off." Princess Azula reported to her father as she kneeled before him.Ozai sat in his royal throne, listening intently to Azula's story of the country's defense. The Fire Lord silently chuckled as he noticed Azula was careful to annunciate each individual detail of her success, often bending the truth (baddum-ching!) for the sake of impression. He had lost a great deal of trust in Azula recently, and only recently did he realize how often she had to worm her way into the spotlight. She had been so used to being the star as a child, she naturally turned every detail of the story into nothing short of an autobiography.

Ozai listened to the princess tell her tale of the great battle, silently cursing himself for allowing himself to believe her for so long after she lied about the Avatar's death. How could he know that anything that she was saying could be true? If anything she has ever said could be true? All of these thoughts battled in Ozai's mind as Azula continued her extravagant tale. Of course the story took a full ten minutes longer for Azula to tell him than it would have had it been in its original form, but Ozai seemed to buy every word of it.
"And that is exactly how we single-handedly defeated the invading forces." The Princess finished with a bow of her head and a self-satisfied smirk.

"That's a very impressive story, my daughter!" Ozai mused, a nigh untraceable hint of sarcasm in his voice. "Thank you for informing me, it is good to know that I have at least one person that I can trust here." He said, staring at her relentlessly. "You've never given me anything short of the truth, and you do not realize how much I value that." He continued in a somewhat condescending voice, as he watched Azula begin to tense up nervously. Although he couldn't see her eyes, he was sure that she was panicing.

Azula felt like a bottomless pit just opened in the pit of her gut as her father continued on and on about her trustworthiness. What was he getting at? The pit in her stomach seemed to widen as every sentence left Ozai's mouth. His voice was getting more and more mocking.
"Um, thank you father..." She stuttered nervously, "Yes, I..uh... I made sure that they won't be showing their faces back here again!" She tensed up waited for a response.

The instant she finished her statement, a strange fell upon Ozai. "That's right, I'm sure that I'm never going to see them again. Just like I never saw the Avatar again, eh?" He spat.

"But, Father!" Azula argued, "You and I both know that the Avatar's survival was that failure Zuko's fau-" she was cut off by a thunderous sound, Ozai slamming his fists down upon the arms of his throne, causing a gigantic jet of flames erupt around him for a moment. Azula shrunk to the ground, not daring to speak again.

"Azula, your brother informed me of your lies and treachery long ago." The Fire Lord growled. "You are a leader of this country, one of the most influential people in the entire world, and yet you hide behind other people to take the blame for your mistakes."

"B-but father, I-"

"I don't want to hear your excuses!" He shouted at her as she cringed in fear. "You have been lying to me for who knows how long now? Your web of deceit has probably influenced every single soldier in my army! How many men have I sentenced to death in your stead, because of some mistake that you claim they made? How many times have you secretly twisted my arm with your lies to get what you wanted?" He paused a moment on his tyrade, tensing in fury. He did not even realize it, but his voice had steadily risen to a deafening shout, and he was gripping the arms of his chair as if he were trying to crush them.

"Father-"

"You will learn to respect your authorities, daughter." Ozai growled at her furiously. "I will now do what I should have done a long time ago and teach you some respect." He said, rising from his chair. "In my eyes, even Zuko is more trustworthy than you are. Until you have learned your lesson." He hissed coldly as he stepped up to her. Grabbing her by the shoulder, he lifted Azula to her feet as if she were a ragdoll. "Come with me. I already have your punishment planned out for you. We are going on a little trip to see Daipha, the Royal Interrogator." He smirked as he dragged Azula down the long hallway, a look of terror in Azula's eyes. That was her old RopeMaster. The best in all of the Fire Kingdom.


"Father, don't do this!" Azula shouted as they approached the doors to the interrogation dungeon. She was now past her fear and had become enraged at the turn of events. Zuko had made a fool out of her! Her precious plan! Ruined! "You are making a big mistake, Father! Release me!" She winced in regret the instant the command left her lips.

"No!" He said as he smashed the door open, revealing Daipha the ropemaster already waiting inside the room. "As Daipha will soon show you, it was YOU who made the mistake! First you deceive me, and now you try and order me as if I were a pawn in your scheme?! No, you will pay for what you have done, Azula. You may be princess, but I am the Fire Lord. You cannot sweet talk yourself out of this one. This is a direct command from the Fire Lord himself. You will endure your punishment for exactly twenty-four hours. Once that time is up, all is forgiven and you are welcomed back as a princess once more. But until then, Daipha here is your superior." He finished, throwing Azula to the ground at Daipha's feet and crossing his arms.

Azula turned her head and took a quick look around the room. It was almost unorthodox for an interrogation facility. It was a very large room, much more spacious than she had expected. It was surprisingly well lit, with a lantern burning in each corner of the room, and one large one in the center. She noticed that the floor was completely made of a vibrant red stone that reflected light very easily, making the room look even brighter. Azula supposed that it had to be well lit for Daipha to do his job efficiently. This was his workspace after all.
" So," Azula sighed angrily, "What exactly are you going to do with me for the next day?"

"Well," Daipha responded, "Your father and I both agreed that the one thing that you can't stand, more than anything else, is not being in control. So, my young pupil, we decided that the most effective punishment would be to do the exact opposite of that to you. You will be bound and gagged as a maximum level security prisoner would be and be put under the same conditions that we would put them through. Pretty straightforward, really."

They couldn't have hit the nail more on the head. That was the one thing Azula hated most, being helpless. She had never been helpless in her entire life! In fact, she always prefered being the one that made other people helpless, but it never went the other way around! She was going to hate this, but it was the only way to reinstate her trustworthiness with her father.
"Well," she grumbled, "The sooner we start the sooner we finish..."

Ozai stepped back into a corner of the room and watched silently as Azula rose to her feet, an ugly grimace on her face, and approached Daipha. "I see you waste no time whatsoever getting to the heart of the matter. Nothing's changed since a year ago, has it?" Her old teacher chuckled. Azula did not respond to the comment. She had always hated Daipha. He was in his late twenties and already had an ego the size of Ba Sing Se. He had short brown hair that he let grow out however it wished and was in the process of forming a beard, although it was in an early scruff phase. He did not dress like a high-ranking military official, which Azula considered insulting. He wore the clothing of the traditional Fire Nation soldier minus the helmet and facemask. Daipha's character was nothing to brag about either. He was an overpresuming and obnoxious twit, one of the most intrusive and pompous men she ever met. But, regardless of his character flaws, he was good at torture. Probably one of the best in the world. And that, combined with his attitude, is what made her fear him.

"Oh, and my Lord!" Daipha said, crossing his arm over his chest in a salute, "If you would be so kind as to leave the room I would be ever so grateful. You see, there are certain techniques that I feel that I must keep secret from any and all peoples, even my superiors, if he is gracious to his willing and loyal subject." Ozai, oblivious to the brown-nosing, nodded his head.

"Very well, then." He said as turned and opened up the door, a small squadron of fire soldiers awaiting in a kneel outside the door. "I respect your privacy, Daipha." He said as he stepped into the group of bodyguards, "And I know you will take...good care of my daughter. I will lock the door to enusure your privacy." And with that, Ozai stepped out.

*SLAM*
*CLICK*
"Shall we begin, princess?"
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Azula stood in the center of the room, Daipha circling around her like a hawk, examining her every detail. "Raise your arms above your head." He commanded. Azula let out an angry sigh and did as he asked, lifting her arms into the air. "Hmmm, very well. Now, touch your toes." Still perplexed, and very annoyed, Azula complied, bending down and touching her toes with ease.

"Are you done yet?" Azula mocked as he continued to circle around her. Daipha didn't answer the question, only continued studying her. After a few minutes of his examination, and several more strange poses for Azula, he finished.

"Alright then. Your clothes, off with them." He ordered with a flick of his wrist. Azula was stunned.
"Excuse me, you sludge-bathing peasant, did you just tell me to-"
"Yes, I most certainly did. Remember what your father said. For the next day, I am your commanding officer. Now do as I say!"

With an unintelligable grunt, Azula reached back and unfastened her armor, lifiting it from her shoulders. She halted for a moment as she unbuttoned her shirt, growled a stream of foul language, and continued. When she had finished, she tossed her shirt to the side of the room and glared at Daipha, wishing she could firebend from her eyes. Daipha came closer and examined Azula's bra. It was a light shade of red, and skimpy to say the most. Obviously for show, it was tiny, hugging her tightly, and enlarging her cleavage, giving Azula a more developed look. It was on very tight and the straps squeezed over her shoulders tightly.

"That's much better!" Daipha exclaimed. "It would be much too difficult to do this with all those bulky clothes on!" He explained with a smirk as he stepped back and took another look at her, as Azula struggled to hold back a lightningbolt.
"Hmm, it's still not enough..." He mused, "Pants too."

"You have GOT to be kidding me!" Azula complained, "You're just a nasty pervert!"

"A nasty pervert who gets to decide whether or not you are entitled to remain princess." Daipha countered. The two stared each other down for nigh on a minute, neither one making a move or breaking eye contact.
".......Fine..." Azula grumbled, "Have it your way.... sicko." She said, snapping the buttons off of her pants and allowing them to loosely roll down to her ankles. Mockingly, she turned in a full circle for him to see. She was wearing her usual underwear, although it was unusual for the everyday firebender woman. It was light red, matching her bra, and it was nearly identical in its features. Her panties were a bit tight, hugging her curves a bit moreso than most underwear does. And it took every opportunity it could to look skimpy, the waistband looked like a shoestring as it wound around her hips, and had virtually no material on the sides of her thighs.

"A good choice, my dear!" Daipha giggled, rubbing his hands together. "Won't this be so much easier without all that baggy clothing weighing you down?" Azula just ignored him and imagined that he was in unspeakable amounts of pain. Daipha walked up straight into her face. "Alright, now that we've gotten all of that out of the way, how about we start the real fun?"

Azula looked at him coldly. "Alright, Scruffy, let's see what you and that pathetic ingrown beard of yours can do to break the will of a Fire Princess." She challenged.

"Oh-ho! I love a good challenge!" Daipha chuckled, "Now, it's time for me to get to work!" He said as he pulled a long coil of rope out from seemingly nowhere. "Put your hands behind your back." He ordered.

Azula hesitated at first, her first reflex was to descintigrate him for giving her an order, but her honor was at stake here, she would have to obey him. With a solemn face and without a word, she complied. Azula unobligingly placed her arms against each other behind her back.
"No, no, no!" Daipha complained, "That's far too easy! Try it like this." He said as he grabbed Azula's arms. With a mighty tug he pulled Azula's arms up at an angle, crossing them in an X just beneath her shoulders. Azula winced in displeasure as she felt ropes cross inside her arms, fastening her wrists together in an immovable knot, forcing her arms to remain in the uncomfortable X position. She grunted in pain as her body attempted to adjust to the uncomfortable position.

"What's the matter, Azula? Aren't you enjoying yourself?" Daipha laughed as he pulled out several new coils of rope. Azula hated being tormented by this creep. It was humiliating! What could he possibly do next? Daipha seemed to answer this question as he slowly crept up behind her with the new rope.

"Here's something I think you will enjoy." Daipha snickered as he measured off some rope and tossed it over in front of Azula. After a tug or two, the rope became taught around her body, pulling tightly above the Fire Princess' breasts. Azula gasped in embarrassment and shock as the ropes suddenly snapped to tightness around her chest. Daipha repeated this process, only he passed the rope down beneath Azula's breasts, pulling the knots and ropes tighter with every turn, causing Azula to gasp as the ropes tightly squeezed her chest. Once Daipha had made a tight binding above and below her breasts, he then looped the ropes between her now compacted breasts. The combination of the ropes and the armties forced Azula to stand with her torso in an awkward jutting position, which drew immediate attention to her chest. Daipha repeated this binding process a few more times, around, ensuring that all the ropes were as tight as possible. Once he was done, he had created a flawless chest harness, that both exposed Azula embarrassingly, and kept her arms useless, tightly clinched behind her back.

"Uuunf!" Azula grunted as she wiggled in her bonds. No matter how hard she tried to move her arms, all that came out was a swinging motion of her torso that only brought more attention to her breasts. "You're a sick man, you know that?" Azula barked as she continued to wriggle in her tight captivity.

"Proud of it, Azula." Daipha snickered. "But don't think that we're done here. We've only just begun!" He said as he lifted up his arms into the air. Both arms were covered with huge coils of rope from wrist to shoulder, obviously meant for the Princess. Azula's face went blank with shock.

"Oh God..." She sighed in angst as he approached her once more. He started fiddling with something on her shoulder, but she couldn't see what he was doing. He was tampering with one of the ropes going over her shoulder on her chest harness, but she didn't know what he was doing! Her quiestion was answered a minute later, after he finished tampering with the other side of her shoulder.
"What are you doing?!" Azula shouted as Daipha looped two coils of rope through a special knot he had made on her shoulders, one coil on each side. Her captor didn't respond. He continued working the knot, eventually pulling out two long tail of rope, each several yards in length, welding them through the knots in a complicated weave, then pulling them back out, leaving two very long lines of rope leading from Azula's shoulders and trailing off behind her.

"Shut your mouth, ';princess'." Daipha scoffed the last word mockingly as he turned to look her in the eyes, pointing his index finger in her face. "You have no right to question your superiors in their actions." He growled, as he fetched two more piles of rope.

"WHHAAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?!!" Azula screeched in fury. Out of habit she tried to thrust her arms forward to launch a jet of flame into the man's face, but her arms were bound unyieldingly to her back. Her attempt to firebend only caused a wrenching motion and a grunt to escape her lips as her torso swung side to side, causing Azula's breasts to bounce slightly. She couldn't belieive it! Her arms wouldn't even budge. It was barely an option to even struggle the bindings were so strong! "Uuggh!" Azula grunted in defeat. 'I swear that I'm gonna kill this man within the hour of my release!' She thought enraged as she plotted the many different forms of possible execution.

"I know I'm interrupting your fantasies, Azula, but I need to follow my orders, and for me to do that, you're gonna follow mine." Daipha said sternly, although not as angrily as a moment ago. Daipha knelt to the ground next to her, wielding more ropes.
"I'm gonna keep this nice and simple for you." He said as he wrapped the rope around Azula's right ankle. He wound it around her bare right ankle for several passes. After a few passes around, the Imperial Bondagemaster knotted the bindings off, leaving another suspiciously long tail of rope leading off behind Azula, which he then tied loosley to an iron loop in the floor, in order to keep her in place.

"Hey, stupid, it's not going to work if you keep my legs seperate!" Azula mocked Daipha's mistake by not tying her ankles together. "It's standard technique! I can't believe my father ever hired you!" She continued mocking him, hoping to get an angry response, but Daipha remained unrattled.

"Don't worry your pretty little head, Azula, I know what I'm doing! I'm just keeping you in place for now, these aren't permantent." Daipha responded, patting the princess on the head. Surely enough, the man bent down next to Azula's other ankle and tied it identically, leaving a long trail of rope binding to a metal loop on the floor, but leaving her legs completely unattached. "Aah, now we are just about finished here." Daipha sighed as he inspected his work once more.

"You're done?" Azula scoffed, "Wow, you're either a total fake, or completely overconfident in your work." She taunted him, "I'd expect the children in firebending preschool to do a better job than this!"

"Oooh, so you're saying that you would expect to be captured by firebending preschoolers, eh?" Daipha countered, smiling as he watched Azula's teeth grit.
"Well, worry not, I said that I was almost done, not completely done." He said as he picked up one last loop of rope. "And believe it or not, I was going to leave this out originally, but I've changed my mind. I think calling me an amateur deserves punishment." Daipha threatened as he passed the loop around Azula's waist.

"What on earth are you doing now?!" She complained as he tied the rope into a tight belt around her waist, pressing ridges into her skin from its tightness. Without a word, Daipha passed a line of rope through the belt at the front of Azula's waist, tying a solid knot just above Azula's pantyline. Then, taking the tail that was left, Daipha passed the rope between Azula's legs and pulled it through tightly on the other side. WHAT IS THIS??!" Azula exploded, flailing her torso about in the only way of complaining she could manage. Daipha gave the rope a hard tug to make sure the crotchrope was good and tight, and judging by the murderous howl Azula let out, it was. Satisfied, Daipha tied the knot to the belt behind his prisoner, locking the crotchrope in place for the next twenty-four hours. However, just as he had with all the other bindings, Daipha left a very long trail of rope hang off and lay behind Azula.

"Why, you filthy peasant!" Azula shouted as she realized what that knot was, her face suddenly burning cherry red, "How dare you do this to me you maggot-ridden, swine-feeding, slop-covered, son of a platypus-bear?! I" She continued her vicious stream of profanity. "Why, when I get out of this and my status is restored, I will ensure that you are exe-hmm!" She was cut off by Daipha's hand, slapping tightly over her mouth. There was something in it! A wadded up cloth! Azula struggled as the large ball of rags wormed its way behind her teeth, deep into her mouth, held in place by her captor's hand.
"GMMHHMM!!" She grumbled.

"Now listen up, princess, I'm done with your rebellious attitude." Daipha warned, "Now, for the rest of your time here, and you're not gonna complain a word, got it?" He explained, clutching Azula's face even tighter. Azula didn't respond. "Because, trust me, there are some serious consequences lined up for any further disobedience, understand?" He finished, clutching her face tightly. There was a period of silence where war was waging inside Azula's head. She had always been in control! That's how it always went! But now...now it was different. She didn't have a choice anymore.

Azula let out a long moan through her gag. "Mmhm." She nodded her head, indicating she would obey.
Daipha's hand never left her mouth, although Azula could tell he was fishing around in his pocket for something. After a moment or two, Daipha lifted his hand to show a second wad of cloth. Before the princess could complain, he shoved the second cloth into her mouth next to the first, filling it to the brim with packing. Azula's cheeks were at a bulge from the stuffing, and her lips could barely close, but she had a feeling that Daipha wasn't done. She was correct. Daipha's had left her mouth for a second, leaving Azula capable of pushing out the wadding. However, her excitement was short-lived, because he returned before she could shove it out with her tongue, and with more things in his hands. Before any response could be made, a thick white cloth was pulled between her lips, forcing the gagging materials to stay in her mouth and muffle her speech. The cloth was quickly tightened to the point where it was biting into the sides of Azula's lips, then knotted off behind her head.

"MMMMM!!" Azula whined as she shook her head furiously in protest, hoping to shake the gag loose, but it was simply on too tight! The knot was tied solidly and the cloth was immovably tight.
While Azula was still complaining about her cleave-gag, Daipha got back to work. He could now move around more freely, since he did not have to hold the cloths inside his captive's mouth anymore. He walked back to his equipment bag, fished something out, and returned before she had stopped screaming.
Azula heard an odd ripping sound, accompanied by a strange plastic-like scent. "Mmhm hmumph?" She grumbled warily, trying to turn her head to see what Daipha had.

"Don't worry, Azula, you'll love this." He giggled as he lifted his arms over her head and in front of her face. It was a large roll of medical bandaging, only it was coated in something strange. Daipha grabbed the end the roll of the bandaging and began unwinding a long sheet of material. He forcefully plastered the beginning of the strip over Azula's lips, ensuring that it stayed attached.
'This is emergency medical bandaging!' She thought in shock, 'It's a cloth roll, coated in a powerful adhesive, capable of staunching bloodflow from a wound! And he's using this stuff to gag me?!'
"NNNMMMM!!!" Azula shouted mutedly through the cloth as he tightly wound the adhesives over her mouth. Daipha passed the entire roll around the back of Azula's head, even across her hair, which made Azula furious. After every pass around her head, he would double check to make sure he kept it tight and was putting pressure on her mouth, then smoothed it out over her lips. He repeated this process over and over, until Azula's entire lower face, from below her nose to her chin, was plastered with a dozen layers of tight, sticky, smelly cloth. At long last, the entire roll was used up, leaving Azula with a monstrously thick gag which reduced her loudest shouts to muted whimpers.

"Dmmphnn! Ynmnh gmmhn tmnn fmmh!!" She tried to shout, 'Daipha, you're going too far!', but she could barely hear herself through her gag, she doubted he could hear her either.

"What's that, Azula? You say you're enjoying your gag?" Daipha taunted.
"NMMMMM!!!" She tried to shout, shaking her head viciously.

"Oooh, I see, so you're enjoying your time with me and wish you had done it sooner!" He laughed.
"NMMMMM!! HMMM-NMM!!" She squeeled, shaking her head even more furiously.

"Well that's great that you're enjoying yourself so much! Tell you what, I was just going to leave your gag like it is, but since you apparently love this so much, I'll put on a little something extra!" He said as he pulled an object out from his back pocket.

"Dnnm ymm dmmn!" Azula warned, 'Don't you dare!'

Daipha let his captive observe the object in his hands for a moment as it dangled from his grip by one of its buckles. It was a large shaped piece of leather, or some similar material, with several buckles and straps going off from the sides. The main piece seemed to be shaped to that of Azula's face! It had a curved area for the chin to fit, and even had a nose-shaped opening in the front so that air could still come in.
"Alright, Azula! I had this harness gag custom fit to you while you were sleeping last night, so it should be a perfect fit!"

"NMM HMM!" She cried as he pulled the leather tight over her lower face. She felt the material wrap tightly over her cheeks, which were still bulging from the packing in her mouth. Her chin fit into the bottom half perfectly, tightly hugging her gagged features. Even her nose slid perfectly into the gap in the gag that was made for air. She felt Daipha grab up some of the buckles and straps coming off of the sides. The gag quickly tightened a few times, nearly constricting her face, before they were buckled for good. The tight leather hugged her facial features, the chin area of the gag buckled so tightly that she could not even open her mouth anymore.

"Well, how do you like it?" Daipha asked as he dusted his hands.

"....nmmnhhmhmmphpph...hhmph..." It was nothing but muted grumbling.

"I'm glad you like it, because now that we're almost done, I don't want to hear you complain about the finishing touches." Daipha grinned as he stroked the side of Azula's cheek, causing her to snap at him with another assault of garbled threats. Her eyes widened when he mentioned that he was not done yet. 'You've got to be kidding me! What else could this pervert want from me?!' She thought to herself, since she knew screaming would do her no good.

Daipha returned to what he had left unfinished before. He took a step behind Azula and took hold of the long lines of rope he had left unused, trailing off of her shoulders. Without a word, Azula watched him look up towards the ceiling, rope in hand, and toss it into the air. He caught the cords as they came down back to him and laid them aside. He then walked to Azula's side and knelt down next to the iron loop in the floor, anchoring her ankles down. With a quick tug of knots the ropes unraveled and Azula's leg was free once again.
"Mmn?" Azula hummed in confusion. He repeated the throwing process once more with Azula's ankle-ropes.

In curiosity, she looked up at the ceiling above her, where she had just watched Daipha and was shocked that she had not noticed it before. Lining up across the entire expanse of the room's ceiling, were long horizontal bamboo poles. Daipha had tossed Azula's shoulder ropes over one side, and caught it back down on the other, forming a sort of pulley system.

"Nmmmnh?!" Azula gasped in horror as she realized what this man was about to do! Daipha took a hold of both of her shoulder ropes and gave a hard tug. It was jarring, and it knocked the breath out of her with every single time he pulled. However, it wasn't just painful. With every heave Daipha made, Azula was hoisted a little bit higher into the air. The first jump was unnoticeable, but after a second jolt she was forced up onto her tiptoes. After several more pulls on the ropes, she was suspended a good few feet off of the ground, her legs dangling uselessly in the air. He tied off the knots to a steel secure ring on the ground to ensure she would stay suspended.

"NMMNN!!! HMMPH!!" Azula cursed at Daipha. 'So this is what he had in mind all along!'

"Hang on, Azula, I'm not quite finished yet!" He taunted her further. Daipha grabbed hold of Azula's ankle bindings with a grin. He slowly began pulling the rope, sliding over the bamboo pole. Azula paniced, as with every pull he made, her right leg was pulled a little higher into the air to her side. After a few moments, her legs resembled a 7, one leg hanging down, and the other straight out in a horizontal line. However, it did not stay like that for long. A few seconds later, Azula gasped as she felt her other leg being pulled into the air too. She was exhausted from the entire process, and could fight back no more. She let out a sigh and let her leg get hoisted into an identical fashion as the last. She now was doing what resembled a horizontal gymnastics split, suspended in mid-air, her legs both out to her sides. The split position brought a large amount of attention to Azula's crotchrope. A humiliating position for anyone to witness her in.

Daipha tied off the suspension knots to the steel ring and returned to admire his work.
"Well, Azula, have you learned your lesson?" He asked.

She looked back at him quizzically. All he did was strip her to her underwear and tie her up! "NMMMM!!" She roared in anger. 'NO! WHAT COULD I HAVE POSSIBLY LEARNED?!'

*THWACK*

"MMMMMNN!!" She squeeled in response to the sharp slap that had just landed on her rear. 'DID HE JUST SPANK ME?!'
"MMMMMMMMNNN! PHHHMMMGMMHP!!" She exploded in rage, struggling in the air, but to no use. Her mouth had been stuffed full, wrapped up, and forced shut, leaving her unable to effectively curse at Daipha, or call for assistance. Her arms were bound just as tightly and unescapably as before, not even giving her an inch of slack. She was hanging a few feet off the ground, unable to gain leverage from anything, and her legs were spread wide apart into splits. Not to mention the humiliating crotchrope and chest harness, making a show of her womanly features! All she could manage was to wiggle and squirm in disgust.
However, all this did not stop her from throwing a tantrum. "NNNMMMMMM-"

*THWACK*
A second blow landed, even harder than the last.
"Now you will mind yourself for the rest of your captivity, or else." Daipha threatened, picking up his hand again. "Get it?"

Azula sighed in defeat. What could she possibly do to fight back?
"Hmmmmm..." She moaned as she slowly nodded her head in defeat.

"Excellent!" He praised, "Finally, it's good to see you making some progress! Now let's see if you can put that ego aside for even a second." He said with a smirk.

*THWACK*

He spanked Azula again. "NMMM!" she squeeled in shock.
"Now say 'thank you'." He ordered.

"Hmm?!" She questioned,

*THWACK*
She received another punishing blow.
"Do it." He ordered.

She was silent for a moment, obviously trying to quiet the storm of rage in her head. That would just get her into more pain.
"Thmmk fmm Dmmphn..." She groaned through the countless layers of gags.

*THWACK*

She felt Daipha's hand slap her rear once more.

"MNNPH???" 'I did what you asked!!' She screamed in her head.
"Oh, don't worry about that, Azula." Daipha smiled. "I see that you've learned your lesson in humility. That last one was just because I like doing it."

*THWACK*