Piggi ko bent se marna - kroor raundna

A ruthless caning is a morning ritual in my Castle and this piggy will be tested this morning. His tiny penis reminds me about oak buds and his fat body is just perfect to be trampled simultaneously with heels and spiked boots. He is damn stupid but he will learn today : Believe me! Miss spelling my name ore my Guests name is a huge mistake and he grinds his teeth trying to concentrate. Getting it wrong this time would mean another atrocious torment worse than the previous one. He doesn't know how to answer, he doesn't understand. The silence becomes heavy as he gets his hypothesis wrong. Another blow, then another. Each mistake becomes an atrocious sentence difficult to bear and while deep furrows tear his flesh his mind begins to weaken and his strength fails. A barrage of blows falls without any mercy, each blow leaves a purple streak that marks the prelude of what is to come... How long will all this last? We don't know!! Now it's a moment of pure sadism...