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As the clock strikes midnight on New Year's Eve, a lonely, self-proclaimed loser finds solace in the sting of impact. He strips off, baring his pale, trembling flesh, and bends over a sturdy wooden chair. The first lash of the cane sings through the air, landing with a sharp crack across his unmarked buttocks. He gasps, his body tensing as the pain blooms, but he's resolute, needing this punishment to atone for his perceived failures. The caning continues, his skin turning a satisfying shade of crimson, each stroke echoing through the empty room. He grits his teeth, hissing through the pain, his cock stirring at the humiliation and self-inflicted torment.