Small Penis Punishment

Logan struts in like the room belongs to him—big muscles, blond hair, the whole pretty-boy package. Mistress Lorelei Lee sees right through it. One hard slap and he’s face-down, wrists lashed behind his back in tight rope. The whip cracks across his shoulders, each strike shoving him deeper into the floor. When the cane kisses the soles of his feet, Logan howls, begging before the fifth stroke. She laughs once—dry, sharp—and trades the cane for lube. Two fingers, then her strap, driving straight into him while he gasps like a fish on a hook. She climbs over his chest, cunt inches from his mouth, lets him taste the air, nothing more. He’s rock hard, useless, twitching. Lorelei works the pump onto his shaft, sucks the blood in until it throbs angry and red, then clicks the valve shut. She comes loud, right above his face, while his denied cock strains inside the plastic tube, aching and forgotten.