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I was wet.
Not just a little wet either, but soaking wet. The kind of wet that would make my pussy and my inner thighs glisten.
The kind of wet I can’t even hope to hide…
“We could talk about this,” I protested, pressing my inner thighs together as if it could help, even though I knew it was useless to even try.
My heart hammered in my chest, and my skin grew a bit clammy. It was almost as if I could feel the weight of his stare on my bare skin, that he was looking directly in between my legs at every one of my most private of places and there was nothing I could do to stop him.
“It’s too late for that, little girl,” he declared, and with a loud whoosh, he pulled his belt free from his slacks. I turned my head, watching him as he folded it in half and held the buckle in his hand.
This wasn’t a fantasy anymore.
This was real.
As much as I could try to struggle and escape this, I knew it was futile. He was so much bigger and stronger than me, leaving me at a distinct disadvantage. Even if I did manage to escape him, where would I go? I didn’t have a passport or money or any way to get back home to Pennsylvania. I was trapped here.
But if I didn’t find a way to stop this, I was going to get a spanking with a belt for the very first time in my life. It didn’t matter whether I wanted it or not. I was going to get it.
“Please, godfather. I’ll do what you say,” I protested, thinking that it was potentially possible to negotiate my way out of this. Maybe he would realize that he’d already pushed far enough, that maybe he shouldn’t have fucked my mouth and maybe I shouldn’t have wanted him to either.
Maybe he’d realize this was wickedly wrong and he’d put a stop to this whole thing.
Then again, maybe he wouldn’t…
That’s what you want, isn’t it, you little slut?
“You will, and you’ll do what I tell you with a bright red ass, Maci-girl,” he declared, and my heart pounded that much faster. Even though he had a firm hold of my wrist, I tried to reach back and cover myself, but my hand barely moved an inch before he yanked it right back.
“I’ll stay here with you,” I continued, and he chuckled softly.
“You’ll do that too. It doesn’t matter if I need to belt this defiant little ass of yours every day, little girl. You’re not in charge anymore. Now, you belong to me,” he stated, his voice rumbling with heat.
“You don’t need to use your belt,” I whimpered.
“From now on, I’m going to be the one to decide what you need, Maci, and you’ve needed the belt for a long time, ever since that day I dropped you off at your house after bailing you out of fucking jail,” he murmured, and my stomach dropped to the tips of my toes.
“Please,” I tried one last time, but he didn’t listen. Instead, he whipped the belt across my bare cheeks.
I wasn’t prepared for that first strike. I wasn’t even remotely ready for it.
A line of liquid fire arced across both cheeks and stole my breath away. Raw, stinging pain radiated from that first blow, intensifying with every passing second as I felt the resulting welt rise on my skin. A soft gasp escaped my lips, and I clamped them together, vowing to myself that I needed to stay quiet.
That I wasn’t going to let him know how much the belt stung.
This was a spanking. Nothing more than that. A childish punishment, and I was a grown woman. I could take a belting, and I’d survive it. Hell, it might even make me stronger.
Mustering as much defiance as I could, I lifted my chin with a huff, only to be punished with another harsh crack of the belt. I swallowed back a cry as every muscle in my body tensed with pain before a third lash whipped across both cheeks.
I could take this.
The belt bit into my cheeks several more times before something unexpected started to brew deep in my belly. After every stinging lash, each wave of pain was inevitably followed by another much stronger one of pleasure.
I couldn’t be enjoying this… right?
Even as I asked myself the question, my pussy spasmed as the belt cracked against my bare cheeks. Another drop of arousal rolled down my inner thighs. With another swing of the belt, the chilly air rushed over my wetness, making me keenly aware of every square inch of it.
My face heated with shame. I shouldn’t like this. This was cruel, abusive even, but somehow still my body wanted it in some way.
