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The sting that followed was even more overwhelming. In every book with a spanking that I’d ever read, they always talked about the pain that came with a spanking, but it was nothing compared to the real thing. When he spanked me a second time, I was more prepared for the sound, but there was no getting used to the stinging needles that radiated across my backside along with it.
That only seemed to grow worse when he started to pick up the pace. The pain started to build on itself, the initial feeling of sitting on a sharp corner turning into a billion stings from an angry hive of bees. I cried out, trying to reach back and cover my backside with my hand, but he simply captured my wrist and pinned it behind my back. His grasp was tight and strong, but he was gentle enough that that part didn’t hurt.
I couldn’t say that for the burning state of my ass though.
His hand was massive, easily covering one cheek with every hard spank. No matter how much I twisted or turned, I couldn’t avoid even a single smack to my upturned ass.
As much as it hurt though, I couldn’t deny that there was some twisted part of me that was enjoying it and deriving a wicked sort of pleasure from such a childish punishment.
“I won’t tolerate lying, Ava. Am I making myself clear?” he scolded, and my core squeezed tight with fearful arousal.
“Yes! Yes, Cyrus!” I exclaimed.
The spanking didn’t stop. I don’t know why I expected it to. Maybe it was a false hope. I turned my hips as much as I was able, which wasn’t much at all, but I inadvertently rubbed my clit against his thigh hard enough to make it throb.
I kicked my legs a little and whimpered. I closed my eyes, realizing that my panties were soaked. I pressed my thighs back together as if it would hide my body’s traitorous reaction.
He spanked me harder, and I cried out with alarm.
How much longer would this last? Would I be able to take it? Did he mean to make me cry?
I closed my eyes, struggling to take the stinging pain. He slapped the lower curves of my ass several times in quick succession, which hurt more than all the rest.
“Please! Please! I’ll tell you the truth!” I whined.
His hand stopped at once. His palm smoothed over me, lightly caressing my scalded bottom. With firm intention, he picked me up and placed me back upright so that I was standing in front of him. I had to willfully prevent myself from reaching back and cupping my scorched cheeks. I folded my hands in front of me, wringing them anxiously as I watched him reach down to his belt buckle.
My mouth went dry.
I was silent as he slid the end of the belt through that buckle. The only sound echoing throughout the room was the gentle swish of leather sliding against leather as he pulled it free from his slacks. I gasped nervously as he folded it in half and put it on the table.
I didn’t need to be told what he intended to use it for. My stinging bottom told me everything. I stared at the thick worn black leather, knowing it was soon going to be used to whip my bottom.
I’d fantasized about moments like this all my life, but I’d never thought it would be real. Not like this.
I couldn’t even bring myself to protest it either. I’d lied to him. Several times. I deserved to have my bottom marked with that belt.
With a heavy swallow, I turned back to Cyrus as he cleared his throat.
“You’re going to tell me the truth now Ava, and then I’m going to finish your spanking for lying to me last night and this morning. If I believe you’re telling me the full truth, I will leave my belt on the table. If I don’t believe you though, your spanking will be with that belt instead of just my hand,” he warned.
A soft cry left my throat.
“I don’t make that threat lightly, little girl. Either way, you’re getting a spanking. The only choice left up to you now is how hard it’s going to be,” he continued.
Fuck.
My clit was pulsing with fire. I shifted my weight from one side to the other, which only made the throbbing that much more apparent.
“Do I need to put you back over my knee, Ava?” he asked boldly.
I shook my head, even though a part of me wanted him to do exactly that so that he could take my panties down and touch me where I needed him the most.
The belt gave me pause.
“No, Cyrus. I’ll tell you everything,” I whispered. My sore bottom stung, but it had lessened. Anxiously, I curled my arm around my chest. I worried my bottom lip for a few more moments before I finally broke into my story.
The hardest part had been getting started. Once the truth was underway, it just sort of fell off my tongue. He listened in silence, his expression contemplative. I expected him to be worried, angry, or maybe even scared of the mob, but he showed nothing of the sort.
