Groan from the pain.

For some reason, you feel you have the right to groan when you're dropped face-first onto the floor and stomped on. I don't know where you got the idea you have that right, but YOU FUCKING DON'T! I stomp on you again and yell, "Shut the fuck up!"

You feel me angrily kneeling over you and yanking your hips up off the ground. I roughly reach around, unfasten your pants, and yank them down around your thighs. The next thing you feel is the sting of the riding crap SLAPPING across your bare ass cheeks over and over. You can't help but writhe in the heat of the pain/pleasure/agony...