"I know what'll get through to you.." Your father gets a genius idea, and puts down the pen he'd been about to begin writing with. "Kids your age are all so troublesome and self-centred because you're obsessed with one thing: sex."
You watch as the giant man rolls up his shirt cuffs and starts to crack his bulky, masculine fingers in preparation for something. He then pinches open your cage door and plucks you out, trembling in his massive hand.
"Pleasuring yourself is all you do and all you think about doing, every day, and that's why you have no self discipline." He says in a deep, decisive voice as he pinches your favourite shirt between his nails and rips it right off, followed by your pants. "From now on, you're banned from sexual pleasure.. Unless it's at my hands. That ought to instill some humility and discipline in you!"
You're ready to pass out from the horrible, horrible humiliation. You kick and squirm and whimper, but your dad's massive fingers pin you in place, ripping your briefs clean off..
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