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A moment later, he pulled her pants back up. She shouldn’t have been disappointed, but she was. She refused to think about what she’d actually wanted him to do. The belt disappeared from her line of vision. She tensed up, preparing for the blow, wanting it at the same time as dreading it. She was so messed up. Did everyone into kink feel this way?
Thwack.
She squealed and rocked forward on the couch. Oh crap. What number were they on?
Maybe he wouldn’t notice.
“That’s five,” he reminded her.
“Oh. Sorry, Sir.”
“Keep going.”
As she counted the next five, her voice got higher each time, and she was on her tippy toes by the end. Her ass felt like it was on fire in big wide streaks. She wanted to look in the mirror, to see the way his belt marks looked on her skin. Was it as sexy as it was in the photos she’d seen online?
Unsure of what to do next, she remained bent over, waiting for his instruction. Behind her, she heard signs that Banner was putting his belt back on.
“Mmm,” he purred. “Good girl.”
“What?”
“You didn’t move.” He took her arm and stood her up to face him. “I’m impressed.”
Embarrassed, but mostly horny, she kept her gaze on the ground and muttered, “I can be good, Sir.”
“Look at me.”
She lifted her eyes.
“Are you okay?”
Was she? Her knees were wobbly, and she could feel every mark of the belt as if it had burned into her flesh, but her clit was throbbing so hard she’d probably faint if he didn’t fuck her soon.
“I’m incredibly horny, Sir.” It surprised her to admit it. Apparently, pain made her tongue loose.
A wicked grin settled on his face. “Are you?”
She nodded, although she didn’t like feeling mocked.
“Good. That usually makes submissives more biddable. Let’s try this again.” He walked her to where they’d been standing before he’d stopped to belt her. “Bend over and grab your ankles.”
This time she didn’t balk. With a sigh, she slowly turned around and did as he said, despite the embarrassment. At least she was clothed.
He smoothed his hand down her back then squeezed both globes of her ass, making her groan. Hadn’t he already inspected there enough?
Boldly, as if he owned her, he ran his palms up the sides of her thighs. She felt like a horse being assessed for breeding or something. She let out a breath of air which blew her hair away from her face.
“Bored?” he asked, still poking and groping her.
“A little. Looking at the floor is only so interesting.”
“Stand up.”
When she did, she got woozy from the head rush.
He steadied her with a hand on her elbow. Once she nodded that she was fine, he continued his work. Hand under her chin, he tipped her head up and studied her face, then her ears and neck. She fought the urge to spout sarcastic comments, but she had no desire to earn another belting. At least not while her ass was still throbbing.
His movements were gruff at times, gentle at others. When he pushed her hair from her face, he was tender about it. Then he shoved his hand between her legs.
