Spock watches him with greedy eyes. Watches how beautiful he looks as the skin is exposed and Jim is standing there in all of his glory. "Yes," he says in a low voice, eyes unblinking. "Shoes and your socks. Not your pants." He stands, then, out of his chair and instead over toward the bed. He sits on the edge, still watching Jim carefully as though he expects to see him do something interesting.

Well. More interesting than slowly stripping.

"When you are finished, you will come back to kneel before me. And you will come over on your hands and knees."