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The pain became pleasurable.
Each smack stung hot at first, but the blissful desire that followed overwhelmed the hurt. I lifted my bottom and his smacks caught the lower curve of it.
“That’s it. Show me that bright red bottom,” he encouraged, and without thinking I arched my back and presented myself to him.
“So very beautiful. Your bottom was made for this, bride,” he mused. For several moments he studied me, dragging his nails over my punished skin, making me gasp with need.
“Hold on, sweet girl. I want this ass redder, so I should warn you this next part is going to hurt,” he said darkly, but there was a definitive aroused edge to his voice now too.
His hand pressed more firmly down against my lower back, holding me in place securely before his palm crashed down onto my backside.
He’d been holding back before. I’m not sure how many times he spanked me, but each one hurt as much as the last. I couldn’t keep quiet, and I stopped trying by the fifth or sixth one. Over and over he spanked me until every last inch of my bottom felt like it was on fire, and when he finally paused once more I was left gasping for air even as my hips rocked back and forth.
His fingers descended between my legs, examining me.
I knew what he’d find. I was even more soaked than before. If he decided to fuck me right now, he’d be able to enter me with ease.
He pressed his pelvis against me, and there was no mistaking what I felt next. He was hard. Very hard and that wasn’t all. Although hidden by the fabric of his pants, I could tell that he was big, bigger than anyone I’d ever felt before. I swallowed with trepidation.
His hand possessively grabbed my ass, squeezing tight enough to border on painful before he released it quickly. My backside jiggled just the slightest bit, forcing me to focus on the needy little pussy between my legs that was crying out for attention.
I turned my head and looked back at him. His dark chocolate eyes bored into mine and I watched as he reached down and unbuckled his belt. I looked down, unable to take my eyes off of it as he pulled it free from the loops of his slacks. It made a gentle swishing noise and my pussy clenched unbecomingly and I didn’t quite understand why.
The leather was black and well-worn in. It was not shiny but a dull matte color that was beautiful in its own way. He noticed my interest and laid it by my head.
“Run your fingers along my belt, sweet girl. As you touch it, I want you to think about how it’s going to feel when I mark your bottom with it,” he coaxed.
My insides did a nervous little flip and I raised my gaze to meet his, caught in a mixture of fear and curiosity that held me utterly captive. I reached for it. The leather was soft, like suede. I gripped it and pulled it close, suddenly awash in the scent of the tanned hide.
He was going to smack my bottom with that.
I looked at it and then back to him.
I should be angrier. I shouldn’t be this wet and I shouldn’t want to beg for his hard cock between my thighs. I shouldn’t want to orgasm for him.
I should want to run out that door.
Why didn’t I?
I slid the belt back to him across the desk. He looked at me with extreme interest and an ever-darkening gaze of desire. His hand returned to my bottom, gliding across my scalded flesh with intention.
“Raise your bottom for me,” he instructed.
Something inside me made me obey. Maybe if I took the belt like a good girl, he’d fuck me and make me come.
What the actual fuck was wrong with me?
I arched my hips upward and I heard the belt swing through the air before I felt it. His palm had hurt, but part of me had enjoyed its painful bite. The belt was different. The belt was like fire from the very start. He lashed me with it hard and fast. Each time it slapped against my skin, it burned hot, blazing hotter with every one. He started at the tops of my cheeks and slowly descended to thrash the backs of my thighs. I cried out into the panties in my mouth.
Oh, this hurt. This hurt more than I thought it would.
I squirmed on top of the desk, trying to turn my hips and avoid that deep painful lash, but his palm held me more firmly against the desk. Right now, I was left with the terrifying realization that he was in control.
I’m not sure at what point I’d lost control. Maybe it had been the moment I’d walked into his office. Maybe it had been the minute I’d walked into the building.
I didn’t know.
All that mattered now was that terrible piece of leather lashing my backside. It swung surely and steadily, meeting my ass over and over again with cruel intention. Its painful bite was more thorough than his palm, fiercer and more brutal and much more intense. I didn’t know how many times he was going to spank me with it and that made it much more terrifying, but at the same time, something even more powerful began to emerge.
