And she's very, very good at pushing his buttons in the very best of ways. Hanzo's eyes narrow, considering the possibilities. "Oh, yes, you've been very naughty, sweetheart. Once again, it seems as though daddy is going to have to remind you to be a good girl." He gives it a bit more thought, and then he sits up, a most devious twinkle in his eyes. "And there's no reason to delay it. Sit up, baby girl, and move to the top of the bed."

Hanzo slips off the mattress. As he watches Hana move into position near the headboard, he slips out of his shirt and shoes, then draws his belt out of the loops on his trousers. He gives the leather a sharp snap, but just for effect. Instead, he uses it to bind the girl's wrists together and tie them to the bed above her head, making sure there's enough slack and play in the belt to let her turn and writhe.

After taking a moment to run his eyes over Hana's body, he taps on her hip. "Turn back over, sweetheart. Face down."