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Oh, god…
They’d be able to see everything.
He laid the soft leather against my bare bottom, and I tensed. When it left my flesh, I relaxed a little, but I shouldn’t have.
I heard the belt fly through the air, the gentle swishing sound quiet and unassuming. The moment it made contact with my naked ass though, a deafening slapping noise echoed throughout the room. In disbelief, I opened and closed my mouth, not actually believing he’d followed through with the whole thing.
The idea that this was all a big threat solely meant to intimidate me quickly burned away into a pile of ash.
I wasn’t ready for the stinging line of fire that followed.
It was muted at first, the sound more jarring than the pain, but that soon changed. I could feel a welt gradually rising on my naked skin. The deep ache spread outward and by the time it crested, there was already another belt strike to follow.
I yelped out loud.
I’d never been spanked before. Ever.
I’d expected to have a run-in with a mark somewhere down the line. I’d anticipated some sort of jail time or for them to enact their own idea of justice and kill me, but I’d never thought one of them would take off their belt and punish me with their own hands.
I’d seen spankings happen on television and in the movies and sometimes it happened in the books I read, but I’d never envisioned myself handcuffed and bent over a desk for one of my own.
He belted me a third time and a quiet squeak escaped me.
None of those things had adequately prepared me for how much it would hurt. Not even close. The belt was ruthless, a merciless strap solely intent on painting my backside fire engine red and there was nothing I could do about it other than bend over and take it.
“I expect honesty, little girl. Nothing less,” Jon scolded.
“Please!”
The belt answered for him. Several hard swats peppered against my naked ass, punishing from the tops of my cheeks all the way down to the lower curve of my bottom. The end of the belt was heavy with every strike, causing a painful ache to billow up deep across my ass. I bit my lip, trying to remain stoic even thought I felt anything but.
It was only a spanking. People survived these all the time.
Right?
I could too. At least… I hoped so.
The leather strap bit into my bare bottom again and again. I squeezed my eyes shut, thankful that I wasn’t looking at the men anymore. They couldn’t see how my face twisted with every hard stroke. They could most certainly see how my bare ass bounced with every strike of the belt though.
I tried not to think about how they could see all of my pussy. I clenched my bottom cheeks together, hoping to at least keep my asshole from being on display too.
A particularly hard stroke made me gasp out loud and I couldn’t help but rise up onto my toes.
My entire backside felt like it had been stung by a thousand bees. He punished every inch of my ass, enough to where I knew I would likely be sore for the rest of the day.
He didn’t stop there. He just moved down to my thighs.
The very first time the belt licked the back of my legs, I yelped noisily. I slapped my lips together, but that wasn’t enough to stop the sounds of my muted cries from echoing in the room. He belted the tops of my thighs quite thoroughly, which made me dance from one foot to the other.
I wanted to squeeze my thighs together. With every terrible lash from the belt, I worried that the tip would hit my pussy and I knew that would sting far more than across my ass or even my thighs.
“Sir,” I begged.
“You stole from me, little girl. That needs to be dealt with,” he murmured.
He belted me even harder after that. Each stroke was fiercer, heavier and I struggled to take it. I tried to lift myself off the desk, but his palm settled against the middle of my back, holding me down and pinning me into place for the harshest part of the whole punishment.
“Please! I didn’t know!” I exclaimed.
