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By the time he stopped, she was squealing every time the belt touched her, and she was pretty sure her ass had caught fire. There was also a page worth of largely illegible scrawl, but to be fair, it was hard to have good penmanship between the impact of the belt strokes and her own jerking reactions.
Breathing hard, she dropped her head to the page. She was coated in a thin sheen of sweat, and her ass throbbed in time with the bass line of whatever metal band was playing from the speakers. The music made her think of sex. Or maybe her pussy was sending her subliminal messages. It was hard to hear over the screaming of her ass.
He ran a gentle finger over a few of the welts he’d left and whistled. “Wow, you’re bruising up already.”
“Brute.”
“Are you going to remember not to do it again?”
“For the rest of my fucking life, sir.”
He patted her bottom and she hissed.
“Go get your purse.”
“Why?” she asked, not sure her legs would hold her up.
Rather than answer, he left the room and came back with it himself.
“For your sake, you’d better have lube in there.”
She whined. “But what if I don’t want to?”
“If you didn’t want to, why did you come visit me looking like that?”
She grabbed an eraser off the desk and threw it at him. It bounced harmlessly off his chest.
“Maybe I just like to look pretty. And maybe I just wanted to see the guy who claims to be my boyfriend!” she spat. “It’s not always about sex!”
“It was when I was trying to talk to that customer.”
The man was insufferable. “Fine. There’s lube and a condom in my purse.”
“And when did you put lube in your purse, little girl?”
Fuck. Busted.
“Before I came over. But only because I know you’re a pervert and would take advantage of me.”
He chuckled and held out his hand. Silently, she fished in her purse and handed over the bottle of lube.
Feeling awkward, but still needing to ask, she cleared her throat. “I still don’t deserve to have my pussy fucked?”
“Ha. Not right now you don’t.”
She groaned.
“Besides, your ass already hurts. It’s the perfect time to drive your punishment home.” His hand came up between her legs and slicked back and forth along her pussy. She winced and closed her eyes at how wet she was. Her pussy felt hotter than her ass, and that was saying something.
“What if I didn’t have lube, huh?” She gasped when he caught her clit between two fingers and squeezed, although his other hand stroking her sore bottom came a close second for that reaction. “If I didn’t bring lube you’d be out of luck.”
“No. Then you’d get spit, or nothing. Maybe that’s what you deserve.”
Having him toy with her clit while he tortured the welts and bruises he’d left on her ass was messing with her head. She was having trouble opening her eyes all the way and she felt boneless and weak. Her entire body buzzed and her mind was drifting.
“Yes, sir,” she said, too spacey to argue. She was trying to care, but she felt stoned.
“You can earn lube.”
