Paddle me daddy

Beat us daddy like the cumsluts we are

Andrew tightened his grip on the paddle, raising it over the pathetic bitch lay crumpled in a crippled pile on his knees in front of him.

"HAD ENOUGH YET, BITCH?" Andrew strikes the smaller boy across the face, causing him to fall over into a bloodied, bruised, mess splattered across the basement floor. Andrew lets out a bone-shaking roar of solid chad energy, as the pale boy tries to pick himself up off the floor. His arms shaking agonizingly as he tries to sit up and face his master once more. Andrew raises the paddle once more, swinging it like a baseball bat towards the boy again. Before the paddle even has the chance to hit the boy, his weakened arms give out beneath him, dropping him flat on the floor.

"WHAT'S THAT, BITCH BOY? HAD ENOUGH YET?" Andrew places his foot upon the boy's shoulder, rolling him onto his back with a firm shove. 

"m-master Andrew, I-I'm s-s-sorry m-master" Daniel looks up at Andrew, aching for more.

"you're done" Andrew says, turning away from Daniel. Scrapping together every last ounce of energy in his deprived body, Daniel crawls across the floor, clawing at the air, desperately trying to grab onto his master's clothing.

"No! Please! Don't leave me, Master!" He cries, before collapsing onto the cold concrete floor beneath him. "no.... please-" he says, dropping his head onto the floor, too exhausted to react to the piercing pain that crept through his spine resulting from his brutal, torturous, punishment.

Andrew walks over to a brutish-type boy standing against a verticle support beam, watching the ordeal, eagerly. "He's all yours now," he says, smacking him on the ass with the blood-stained paddle.