“Would you like to witness his punishment, Rukia?” So, Yoruichi had noticed her interest, then. A part of Rukia was salivating at the thought of what was to come but a small, foreign part of her was shamed by her reaction. Rukia hadn’t been ashamed of herself in a very long time-yet another anomaly to file away for later retrospection.
“I think it’s only right since I’m the reason the boy is being punished in the first place.” Rukia said with royal grace.
Yoruichi nodded and went to a cabinet in the back of her office. She took out a length of chain and a whip Rukia recognized as The Cat. Only this cat seemed to be modified. Instead of cotton, it was made of nine, thin strips of knotted leather thongs, designed to lacerate the skin and cause intense pain. Her inner beast was moaning in anticipation. While Rukia enjoyed blood-letting as much as the next demon, she didn’t usually abuse her men. Sometimes, she would strike them and make them bleed a little, but she never sunk so low as to give them what Ichigo was about to receive. That was why her excitement at the prospect of Ichigo’s punishment was so troubling to her. She could normally control herself in every situation but anything to do with Ichigo seemed to play havoc with her senses. She couldn’t decide if she wanted to save him from being punished or wield the damned whip herself!