Uncuff her from the post but immediately cuff her hands together as he bend her over

Her petite pale ass is bend over his knee. His large hand come down with a CRACK. Piper gasp.

Nina's arm snaked around John's waist, not in comfort, but in restraint. Her breast pressed into his back, a soft, suffocating weight. "Watch closely, handsome," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "This is what failure looks like. This is what you gave her up for."

Another CRACK echoed in the room. Piper's yelp was sharper this time, a tear tracing a path through the light sheen of sweat on her cheek. The pale flesh of her ass was blooming with a perfect red handprint. John flinched with every impact, a phantom sting blooming on his own skin. He could see the muscles in Dennis's forearm cord, see the casual, unhurried way he raised and lowered his hand. This wasn't a punishment born of rage, it was a meticulous process.

Nina's hand slid down from John's waist to his groin, her fingers curling around his flaccid cock through the fabric of his trousers. "Oh, don't worry," she murmured, sensing the tension in his body. "You'll get yours. We're just establishing the new pecking order. Right, dear?"

"Of course," Dennis grunted, his eyes glinting as he looked from Piper's trembling form to John. "A man needs to understand what he's lost before he can be given a... a new purpose." He delivered another smack, the sound obscene in the quiet room. Piper squirmed, a muffled sob escaping her. She didn't fight it. She didn't struggle. She just took it.

Dennis's grip tightens on her slender wrists cuffed in front of her and pull her up. Now she is upright and sitting on the older man lap facing the door. Facing John.

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