Part Two of "Owned by a Sadistic Brat"

My cuteness seeds the common misconception that I am sweet and innocent, until I have you with your hands on the wall and your pants around your ankles. That is usually the point men realize they do not have the upper hand, I do and I am holding a whip in it. The whip brings Me waves of joy, washing through Me as soon as the tail bites into My victim's flesh and riding an amplitude of their cries for mercy. No amount of pathetic cries can satisfy My lust for punishment. This one's fate is sealed, he will be whipped to subordination.