She started to walk back behind Mokou, her hands not on her now. "Stay," she said very softly, booted feet coming to a rest to either side of the girl, resting there against the base of her feet while the sounds of fabric moving could be heard. A moment or two later, there was a kick, and any time Mokou might have tried to look back, a hand wrenched at her head, keeping her from watching what was going on behind.

The kick, though, sent her pants to the ground just in front of Mokou.

"Lift your hips up and hold still, dog. Your master wants to claim her ownership, and you're clearly the sort that needs to be ... broken in."