“Why are you being punished?” I ask, running my palm over her ass, feeling the warmth of her skin.
“For lying to you,” she answers quietly.
“And why is that foolish, little human girl?” I ask, more roughness in my voice.
“Because… because you need to be able to trust me,” she says, her voice steadier now. “And I can’t be trusted if I lie.”
“Let’s reinforce that so you don’t forget it,” I say, and I feel her body relax slightly when I pin her in place with my free hand. “Now, stay still.”
I raise the belt and bring it down across the center of her ass with a controlled snap. Not hard enough to bruise. Not even hard enough to leave a mark that will last more than an hour. But enough to sting and show her that lying will not be tolerated.
She cries out, her body jerking forward. “One!”
“Good girl,” I praise, rubbing the spot where the leather landed. Her skin is already warming, a faint pink line appearing. “Nine more.”
I wait a few seconds, letting the sting settle, then deliver the second strike just below the first. Her legs kick slightly, but Ihold her in position, feeling every squirm radiate against my sensitive ridged cockhead.
“Two!” she gasps, her voice louder than the belt.
The third lands on the opposite cheek. The fourth crosses both. By the fifth, she’s breathing hard, small sobs escaping between counts. Her ass is a beautiful shade of pink, the marks crisscrossing in a pattern that makes my cock throb. Maybe I like punishing her more than I’d like to admit, especially when I’m not truly hurting her.
“Five,” she whimpers, tears streaming down her face.
“What was that? I can’t hear you. Say that again,” I quickly bring the belt down again twice.
“Five!” Her shriek makes me smile.
“Halfway there, little human girl,” reminding her that she cost herself two extras by getting lax in her response. I pause to run my hand over her heated skin. She shivers under my touch, and I feel the wetness between her thighs. “You’re doing well.”
The sixth strike lands on the crease where her ass meets her thighs. She squeals, her feet kicking in the air as she writhes against me hard enough for me to groan.
“Six! Oh god, six!” she yells.
“Only four more. I know you can handle it,” I say, holding her until her squirms die out.
Seven and eight are quick, one after the other, both cheeks getting equal attention. She’s sobbing now, but she doesn’t try to cover herself. Doesn’t try to escape. She takes it, counting through her tears. That’s one way I know she’s not a coward. Alittle begging and pleading is fine, but she doesn’t fight me when it’s time for punishment.
“Seven!” she bawls. “Eight!”
The ninth is lighter, almost gentle compared to the others. A warning of what’s coming next, but I’m not sure if she interprets it as that. It probably just feels like mercy to her.
“Nine,” she chokes, her voice hoarse.
I deliver the tenth strike across the fullest part of her ass, a solid snap that echoes in the room. She cries out, her body shaking, but she counts it.
“Ten!” she screams.
“Good girl,” I growl, setting the belt aside and rubbing her ass with both hands. The heat radiates from her skin, but there are no real welts. No broken skin. Just slightly raised bands of bright red tender flesh that will fade by morning. “Now comes the part you’re actually scared of.”
I’ll be disappointed if this doesn’t make her beg. I’ve discovered that humans don’t like having their pussies slapped like orcs do, so I’m sure the leather won’t be pleasant either.
“Please,” she whimpers, squeezing her thighs together. “Please, I’ll be good. I won’t lie again.”
“I know you won’t,” I chuff, using one hand to spread her thighs apart. She resists for a moment, then yields, opening herself to me. Her pussy is glistening, arousal coating her inner thighs. “Because you’re going to remember what happens when you do.”
I hold her thighs open and stare at her drenched pussy, watching it get wetter, simply because she knows I can see how arousedshe is. After some of her arousal trickles onto my leg, I shift her to the bed and place her on her back, lifting her legs by the ankles and spreading them wide.
“Keep your legs spread,” I order, holding them apart until she’s compliant. “Good girl. Don’t close them. They stay spread like this until I’m done.”
