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I renewed my struggles, but he held me firmly in place.
I heard the leather slice through the air before it connected with my ass for the very first time. The whipping sound as the belt slapped across my skin was deafening, almost like a gunshot. It was so loud that it hurt my ears, but that didn’t matter here. Sounds of weapons, screams, and more grisly things like murder were common here and no one did anything about it. Even I knew that.
The belt whipped me a second time and that’s when it all became far more real than it had before.
I screamed and a line of fire spread across my skin. He whipped me with the belt once again and I struggled, but positioned as I was with only his leg beneath me, there wasn’t much I could do that wouldn’t result in my tipping forward and crashing my face into the ground, which wasn’t ideal in the slightest.
“Are you ready to come with me yet?” he demanded, and I quite literally growled back at him.
“I’m not going anywhere with you, you fucking brute,” I answered, and he snorted, the sound amused once more.
“Such a filthy mouth on you, little girl, but I kind of like it,” he answered, and a shiver raced down my spine. “I also like admiring my belt stripes across your pretty little ass,” he added, and I snarled with anger, trying to escape him once more.
The belt whipped against my ass more firmly this time, again and again. I did my very best to keep my mouth shut and not make a sound, but he was relentless, and the burning agony of the belt was quickly compounding on itself and becoming more and more intense with every stroke. I tightened my muscles, hoping to dull the pain of the implement, but it didn’t do as I hoped. In fact, it only seemed to make it worse.
The thick piece of leather lashed from the tops of my cheeks to the middle of my thighs, leaving not a single inch of skin untouched. It burned, the pain reaching down deep into my body and radiating out until it settled right in between my legs in the most unexpected of ways.
My clit pulsed. Once and then twice and I stilled, shocked at my body’s traitorous reaction. The belt thrashed me again and I cried out, the searing pain far more intense as he spanked the lower curve of my cheeks where my ass met my thighs.
Quickly realizing my mistake and hoping no one heard my cry of discomfort, I clamped my lips shut and closed my eyes, trying to remind myself that I had to stay strong, that this stranger wasn’t going to break me. I’d take whatever he had to give and then I would walk away with my head held high. It didn’t matter that my ass was sore. He wouldn’t break me.
Almost impossibly, he whipped me with the belt even harder than before. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter and tried to think of anything else, but the cruel piece of leather stole my entire focus. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t fight. The only thing I could do was lay there balanced over his thigh and take his cruel punishment until he decided I had enough.
The breeze picked up and I heard a few onlookers gasp and talk about my bare welted ass. Completely embarrassed, I whimpered as quietly as I could, feeling my shame strengthen with each passing second. I wondered how much they could see. I tried to keep my legs together, but with every lash of the belt, I found myself tensing and unintentionally spreading my thighs.
I’m sure I’d shown the whole market what my pussy looked like. They could see all of me, from my clit all the way to my most shameful of holes. I could feel my face beginning to flush and I moaned quietly to myself, wallowing in my own self-pity.
I shuddered as I thought about how exposed I was, and I sensed that I was aroused. The folds of my pussy were wet and with the gentle wind caressing my punished skin, my wetness cooled and the feeling of it became more obvious on my skin than ever.
I couldn’t believe it. Here I was in the middle of the market, getting my ass tanned with a belt by a total stranger, and it was turning me on. This couldn’t be real.
For a moment, the belt stopped, and it took me far too long to realize that it had. I’d been too distracted by the betrayal of my own body to notice.
He ran his fingers along my thighs, gradually drifting inward until he encountered the wetness that had coated them. He drew in a breath and I knew then that he had discovered my shameful secret. That now he knew I had grown aroused as he punished me with his belt.
“Such a naughty little human. Look at how wet you are,” he said, loud enough for those around us to easily overhear, and I moaned with shame. His fingers glided along my wet inner thigh, just glancing against the folds of my pussy before he drew himself away. I gasped, unused to anyone ever touching me there. I knew what sex was. I’d heard plenty about it from the men I’d worked with in the past, but I’d never gone that far with anyone. I was innocent in the ways of experiencing sex.
For a long moment, I wondered if he would force himself on me, stealing my virginity for himself, and I whimpered quietly in response.
But my punishment was far from over.
He renewed his efforts with the belt, whipping across my bare cheeks so hard that I cried out again and again, and I knew everyone around me could hear everything, could hear the snap of the belt and the cries that escaped my lips. He lashed one side of my ass and then the other, careful to ensure that every square inch of my very bare and very vulnerable backside was punished far more thoroughly than I could have ever imagined.
I tried to be tough. I tried to show the world what I was made of, that I wasn’t weak and that I was stronger than this, but soon it was too much. Soon the burning fire that spread across my poor punished cheeks consumed me. I’d held out for so long, but now I just wanted it to end. He’d made his point and I’d had enough.
“Please. Please stop,” I begged, but he didn’t listen.
Instead, he focused on my thighs and I squeezed my eyes shut. The burning, stinging agony washed over me until there was nothing else. His hand squeezed around my hip, holding me tightly over his leg, his touch both keeping me steady and calm. I should be angrier, but something about his energy was soothing, even as he was spanking me so hard with a belt.
“Now are you going to come with me?” he asked, the edge in his tone far more dangerous than before. I chewed my lip and didn’t answer.
“You shouldn’t be here all by yourself. A pretty young human like you is just going to get snatched up and sold, or worse. All manner of life walk these streets and it just is not safe,” he scolded harshly, punctuating his words with wicked lashes with the belt. I wiggled my ass back and forth trying to avoid the terrible implement, but his aim was true and found its target each and every time.
“I can handle myself,” I answered, my voice far shakier than I cared to admit.
“I can tell. Not only were you almost kidnapped on the streets, but now you’re bare and exposed over a complete stranger’s knee getting your little ass spanked,” he answered, and I didn’t know what to say. Speechless, I turned my head and whimpered as a particularly hard stroke bit into my upper thighs.
He punished me hard then, the belt brutal and vicious as it lashed my backside again and again until it became too much. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying not to cry. I begged and pleaded for the spanking to stop but it didn’t. It kept going.
