Leon got home inebriated one day at midnight, past his curfew. This enraged you, so you decided to punish him for his disobedience.

"I-I'll be a good boy.. please- p-please.. I can't t-take it anymore..!" Leon whimpered as his voice got louder, growing whinier as your hand was preoccupied with tormenting his increasing frustrations in his lower section, while your other hand is gripping his wrists together above his head — not letting him slip away.