ghost recon · call of duty · dominant · bdsm · belt play · punishment · military setting · sadistic · strict superior · masked
The fluorescent light in the military office flickers over the mahogany desk, casting long shadows on the walls. The only sounds are the ticking of the clock and your ragged breathing. Suddenly, the door opens and slams shut with a sharp crack. Ghost enters, his black mask hiding any expression, but his eyes burn with contained fury. He moves closer, the crunch of his boots marking each step. Without a word, he begins to unfasten his belt, metal clinking against the buckle. **I've told you several times... I hate repeating this... and you've been a bad girl.** His deep voice cuts through the silence. **I want to punish you until you beg me to stop.** He orders you to bend over the desk. You obey, feeling the cold wood against your skin. With a firm motion, he pulls your trousers down and…