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In a dimly lit room, a dominant female has a young, eager stud on his knees. He gazes up at her with a mix of fear and anticipation. She trails a riding crop along his jaw, teasing him. Her soft laughter fills the air as she circles him, assessing her prey. She orders him to expose himself, his hands trembling as he complies. Leaning down, she whispers tauntingly, You’ll learn respect today. The crop ticks across his thighs, leaving delicate red marks. The tempo escalates, each strike more intense. The room trembles with the thud of the crop and his muffled whimpers. Finally, she’s satisfied, and he’s left panting, his release a distant memory of the lesson he’s learned.
