Two in need of discipline

The bearded man in the crisp military uniform grips a belt, his grip tight as he draws it back over the bent, exposed ass of the other, muscles taut, hole glistening under the sharp sting of the first strike. The dark-haired man kneels, his hands gripping the edge of a chair as the belt cuts through the air again and again, each crack echoing off the radiator behind him. Discipline isn’t asked, it’s taken.