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I imagined myself bent over the table, naked with my hands cuffed behind my back and I whimpered. He reached in front of me and took the belt out of my sight.
Oh, my god. It was time.
“Why are you about to get the belt, little girl?” he asked firmly. My heart stopped beating and leapt right into my throat. I had trouble speaking for a moment as I pushed past that, but he waited patiently for me, and I was thankful.
“Because I didn’t trust you, sir,” I confessed anxiously, and I heard the ominous swishing sounds as the belt cut through the air for the first time. I tensed, already struggling with the residual soreness from his hand. I tried to ready myself. I told myself it was going to hurt. I told myself it was probably going to sting.
It was so much worse.
Nothing could have prepared me for that first fiery lash. The heat of a thousand fires burst across my backside and I jerked forward. He guided me back a bit by my wrists. I was too shocked to do anything but move along with him.
I heard the second lash only seconds before it licked across my scalded cheeks, and I immediately rose up on my toes as a wave of agony rolled through my body. It was at that point that I realized the first stripe was growing hotter, the pain intensifying into a blazing brand that burned into my vulnerable flesh.
A third followed, far too quickly.
“Oh! Please! I’m sorry!” I said almost immediately. A low panicked cry escaped me as another belt strike followed and his hands pressing me down more firmly was the only indication that he gave that he’d heard me.
The belt was so much worse than his hand.
He swung it with terrifying accuracy. He struck one cheek and then the other. The ones directly on top of my pussy sank in the deepest. When he began the inevitable descent onto my thighs, I had trouble staying still as the scalding sting grew to even fiercer levels.
Please. Please let this end soon.
The belt was cruel and relentless. He’d chosen it to send a message and it did. With every lash, I regretted my decision to come here. If I’d simply followed his directions, I would be safe in the guest room at his friend’s house, likely getting fucked gently instead of what this was. I wouldn’t have hurt Cyrus and I wouldn’t have put us both in needless danger.
I wouldn’t have earned a punishment like this.
I cried out, my breath hitching.
No. Please don’t cry.I didn’t want him to see my tears again.
A strangled cry flew free from my lips. I squeezed my eyes shut. I tried to keep control of myself, but that was foolish of me.
Tears were a part of the punishment. Cyrus wasn’t going to stop until I was truly sorry with my cheeks wet from my remorse.
When I lifted my hips and arched my back, he caught the underside of my ass impossibly hard. My fingers wound around his wrist, holding on as the belt viciously marked my backside.
Was his cock still hard? I hoped he was because somehow that made it all a little bit more bearable.
I sniffled and kept trying to hold back my tears, but only seconds later I lost it. The first sob took me by surprise, and I did everything I could think of to stop the second one, but it came anyway. My body shook, my chest convulsing with emotion as I started to cry in earnest. I wailed with sorrow as that first tear trailed down my cheek. It fell to the table below, forming a small circular droplet that did nothing but remind me that I’d been a bad girl and I had earned this.
The belt continued to thrash me, covering the full area from the tops of my cheeks to the middles of my thighs. Each welt felt like a brand.
It hurt.
Oh, my god, it hurt.
“I’m so sorry,” I howled, trying repeatedly to tell him that I’d learned my lesson, that I understood. I hoped it would be enough.
“Arch your back. Show me how a bad girl properly presents herself for the belt,” he demanded.
I wailed in fear, but I obeyed without a second thought. The belt licked the fullest part of my ass three times in quick succession before he placed it back in front of me on the table.
My ass was on fire, and he reached out to touch it. I hissed from the sting, but that didn’t stop him as he traced the welts he’d left behind.
“I want you to remember how you feel right now the next time you think about disobeying me, especially when it comes to matters of your safety, little girl,” he scolded, and I cried a little harder.
“Yes, sir,” I whimpered.
