“M-Mein führer, please stop!” Rudolf cried out, forced to his führer’s desk, his hands held tightly behind his back with strong, firm hands, his trousers at his knees as Adolf brought the paddle back to the deputy’s rear, the sound firm, echoing through the room.
“I can’t stand you and your nonsense, Rudolf, and you know this well, but I wanted to drill it through your thick skull.” The man replied, moving down to the weak man’s trembling thighs, swatting them violently, making the deputy sob out, his knees buckling.
Adolf set the paddle aside, gently pulling Rudolf’s trousers back up, buckling them back into position, hiding the red marks that stained the crying man, who managed to utter out, “I-I’m so sorry me-ein führer, I won’t misbehave again, and I promise!”
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