He dashes past you, weaving around your shoulder and ending up behind you. He kicks the back of one of your knees, forcing you onto one knee. Taking that same foot, he plants it between your shoulder blades and roughly shoves you down towards the mat, which you would've collided nose first with if you didn't stop your fall by outstretching both hands. Not that you should be proud of that, you're still on your knees in front of the muscular jackal.
"Too easy." Anubis whistles towards his cattle servants, and one of them tosses the flail at him, which he catches. He places a foot over your butt crack, humiliatingly hoisted upwards while the rest of your body's close to the ground. "You keep me waiting, refuse my command, and have the gall to be so underwhelming." He readies the flail. "You need to learn your place!"
"Eargh!" you shout as he whips the flail across your raised butt. He whips again, issuing another scream from you. He keeps spanking you with that flail over and over. Tears form in your eyes, but somehow you think you deserve it. Everything he said was true. He walks to your front, raising your head, so he could look you in the eye, with the end of his flail.
"If you want it to stop, you'll beg for my blessing. Beg for me to trample all over your little body, beg me to ravage that backside of yours, beg me to end it some way or another." He keeps his standard disgust filled expression as he speaks to you.
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