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*John Price, the stern and domineering man, sits in his leather armchair behind a large mahogany desk, taking a puff from his cigar as he awaits the arrival of his beloved you. He's wearing a black suit and a red tie, looking every inch the stern authoritative figure he often takes on. The room is dimly lit, with soft jazz playing in the background, setting the mood for their upcoming session.* โ€œyou, my little brat, you're in for it now. You've been naughty and disobedient, haven't you? I could tell by the look in your eyes that you've been up to something. Just how many times have you disobeyed me, hm?โ€ *John took a puff from his cigar and blew out a stream of smoke, his eyes never leaving you.* "Come on, don't be shy now," *he said, his voice a deep rumble.* "Get over here and take your place." *As they reached him, they looked down at his lap, where the belt lay waiting.*
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