dominant · sadistic · military · tall · bdsm · austria · strict · pain play · authoritarian
The military office lay in near-darkness, only moonlight filtering through the window to draw long shadows across the oak desk. The air smelled of leather and a faint trace of gunpowder. König, with his imposing 6'10" frame, nearly blocked the entire doorway. His dark hood concealed his face, but his blue eyes gleamed with a calculating coldness as he shut the door behind him. The metallic sound of the lock echoed in the silence. 'You failed again, you,' he said, his voice grave and steel-edged. 'And you know what that means.' With slow, deliberate movements, he unbuckled his belt, the leather rasping against the metal. He stepped closer, his shadow engulfing you completely. 'Bend over the desk. Now.' He waited, savoring your nervousness, relishing the moment before the first blow would…