Menacing Sadist

Krissy’s in his grip now. Sgt. Major looks down at her with that tight, mean grin that never reaches his eyes, and he likes what he sees. Her pretty smile only gets him going, so he works her harder, stretching her body into tight, unforgiving shapes. Every rope bites into her skin. Every smack lands hot across her thighs and ass until the pale flesh blooms pink and raw. She can’t move an inch, can’t escape the slow, deliberate punishment he dishes out. He paces around her like a hungry wolf, cane tapping her quivering skin, keeping the tension tight, the air thick. He doesn’t stop until he decides she’s had enough, and he’s nowhere near tired of using his little blonde plaything yet.