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“Yes, what?” he asked.
My mind scrambled for answers. What did he want?
“Yes, Sir,” I tentatively replied.
“No,” he said, slapping my thigh lightly.
I furrowed my brow, trying to think.
“Yes, Master,” I finally whispered.
“Good girl. Now we can carry on with your punishment. Feel free to scream and cry. I won’t stop until I’m sure that you have learned your lesson,” he warned.
He gripped the hemline of my panties in his fingers and pulled, hard. The sound of tearing cloth echoed around me as he peeled the last barrier to my nakedness away. The fabric pinched my skin and I cried out at the sudden pain, but then it was gone. He’d torn my underwear from my body and my one last piece of propriety had been taken from me.
Now I was naked. And he could see every last inch of me. His thumb drifted down the cleft of my ass, just glancing against the folds of my pussy as he reached lower. As almost a reminder of how vulnerable I was, he placed my panties on the seat of the chair, so I had to stare at them right in front of me.
“Such a pretty pink cunt, just begging to be fucked hard, just like it deserves,” he said.
I mewled in return.
“But before I can do that, you need to be punished, little warrior.”
The sound of a belt jingling made me freeze.
“What are you doing?” I asked in a pani
c.
He didn’t answer, and I tried my best to look back at him. His hands pulled the leather from his dark slacks, the whooshing sound making my tummy roil with fear. He folded it over on itself and that’s when I realized how wide it was.
My ass tightened anxiously, and I struggled against my bonds, but it was useless to fight. The knots were tight, and would no doubt keep me prisoner until he cut me free.
“Don’t,” I begged.
His arm hung down by his side, but my eyes were glued to the long piece of leather in his hand. Moving closer to me, he stood by my side, placing one hand on my lower back to keep me in place.
“Please.”
He ignored my pleas and instead, continued on in silence. He lifted his arm and the warm, dark brown leather pressed against my skin, softly at first as he caressed me with it. For a moment, it felt good and I relaxed slightly.
Maybe he wasn’t actually going to use it to punish me? Maybe it was just a warning.
“I’ll obey you. You can have me, and I won’t fight you anymore,” I said, ready to promise anything in order to avoid what seemed inevitable now. Maybe he would be merciful and take pity on me.
Still, he didn’t respond, and I grew even more anxious. Instead, he sighed heavily, and his hand reached in front of me and picked up my panties. Quickly, before I could respond, he stuffed them into my mouth. I could taste my sweet, musky arousal and I gagged softly.
“If you spit them out, you will regret it,” he threatened, and I moaned quietly in defeat. The room was silent for a while then, just me and him and the leather pressing softly against the vulnerable bare flesh of my ass.
The belt left my skin then and I closed my eyes, fearful of what was to come.
The sound of the leather hitting flesh echoed in the stone-walled room. It was loud and incredibly striking, and I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter. Then, the fiery blaze of pain finally hit me. I squealed, the sound muted by my panties as a line of fire swelled over the cheeks of my ass. My body tightened reflexively, trying to make myself smaller, trying to fight against my bonds but it was no use. I was going to take his punishment and I had no choice in the matter.
The worst part of it all was he could see my pussy. He could see the way my entrance was anxiously clenching in anticipation of the next strike of the belt, the way my thighs were slick with my arousal, how much wetter I was than before. He could see all of it, all of me and I whimpered quietly at my shame.
The sound of the belt rushing through the air cut through the silence and I stiffened, right before the next lash whipped my backside. I struggled as the pain tore through me, a fiery blaze that there was no escape from. This lash had landed right below the last and was quickly followed up another.
Slowly, he made his way down my ass, each strike more painful than the last. My punished flesh was on fire, the heavy sting settling deep into my body, but still, my body responded as though it liked being hurt. My core pulsed with desire and with each heavy, painful lash, the agony morphed into something more, something pleasurable and despite everything that told me I shouldn’t, I wanted more.
