Naked and in a box tie mistress zayda is pouring dry rice on the floor where this imbecile will be kneeling. Because brandon was twenty-three minutes late, it's time for him to receive a serious paddling. One strike for every minute he kept mistress zayda waiting. The first strike has him grimacing but he manages to keep his mouth shut. By the third strike his distress is clearly growing. Like the grunt he let slip out before he could catch it. She notices then tells him to act like he likes it each time the paddle meets his ass cheeks. The next strike has him trying to put a little happiness in it. She barks at him to instead groan like he's cumming when he gets hit. By the tenth strike he can't even remember to moan like he's cumming. He can barely catch his breath and stay still as mistress zayda yells at him to act like he likes being struck. On the fourteenth strike he can barely talk. His breath stays in his lungs and then a desperate moan slips out. By the seventeenth strike sweat is dripping from his torso. She stops and walks around him, toying with his ass using the paddle. Smack!! He can barely get nineteen out of his face hole. He's struggling to even stay put. Worried. Desperation has seeped into every pour. By the time she makes it to twenty-three he is screaming the numbers out --desperate to finish this off. Afterward, she tells him he was such a pussy bitch about being fucked in the ass that she is going to use electricity on him. "bend over and give me your balls." she grabs and squeezes them. She tells him they are way small and then wants to know if there is even any semen in them. She then wraps them with a length of bare copper wire and hooks electrodes to it. She then tells him, "when you start to feel the electricity I want you to say I am a pitiful pussy bitch like you mean it." it doesn't take long before he is letting her know just exactly what he is. She warns him that she cannot hear him and turns it up higher. Soon he is screaming it at the top of his lungs, much to her amusement. She then turns it up so high it sends him shooting into the air like a screaming scud missile. Soon he's holding back tears and excruciating pain as he extols what he is, a pitiful pussy bitch. It really doesn't take long before mr. Brandon has been reduced down to a squabbling, toe curled, incoherent, salivating mess of a man, er, pitiful pussy bitch. Poor brandon. Now he's about to get a serious caning with a heavy dose of verbal degradation to go with his electrified balls.
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