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His palm had seemingly turned into wood. From the very first smack, the sound echoed deafeningly loud all around us. In a panic, I realized that anyone could drive up to the house and see me with my bottom bare getting the hardest spanking of my life.
It didn’t really take long for me to stop caring about the noise that it made because the sting of it soon overtook everything else. I kicked and squirmed, but he held me in place with almost no effort at all. He punished from the tops of my cheeks all the way to the middle of my thighs.
Each smack felt harder than the last.
I tried to keep quiet. I told myself that at the beginning, but it was a foolish hope. I yelped at the first strike that caught the lower curve of my cheeks and I cried out openly when he punished the backs of my thighs.
“Please! It hurts!”
“It’s supposed to, bad girl,” he assured me.
His grip tightened on my wrist, and he lit into me. I cried out. I begged frantically, not caring that anyone on the property could probably hear me. He listened to none of it. He spanked me hard because I needed it hard, and he didn’t stop until I was just on the cusp of beginning to cry.
For several long minutes, he just petted my backside, circling it in soothing motions that helped me to calm myself. He let go of my wrist and gathered me in his arms in his lap, holding me as I sniffled. My hand went back, rubbing my stinging backside and feeling the simmering heat radiating off it. He grasped my chin and kissed me so hard that I knew my lips were going to be sore for a good long while.
“Come. It’s time I finally introduced you to my belt.”
Slowly, I climbed out of his lap, standing there a bit awkwardly as I waited for his direction. He took a hold of the cuffs first and then my hand before leading me over to the railing. He grabbed a blanket off of the couch and tossed it over the rail. Gently, he guided me over it. I yelped when he closed the first cuff around my wrist. He threaded it through the railing and captured my other one, ensuring that I wouldn’t have any chance of escaping what came next. I looked back as he fetched the belt.
I trembled as he walked back to me, his figure more imposing than I ever imagined he could be. The leather strap hung at his side and my pussy clenched hard, knowing it was soon going to be lashing against my bare, already stinging bottom.
I shifted from foot to foot, imagining what it would feel like, how much it would hurt. I’d thought about it several times before when he’d threatened me with it, but now that the time had come for him to finally punish me with it, I was genuinely nervous and ridiculously aroused.
His hand smoothed across my lower back, settling there and I sighed, grateful for the extension of his touch right now.
“You look so beautiful like this, angel, your bottom bright red and quivering as you wait for my belt,” he mused.
“Sir,” I whispered, unable to hide how flushed my face was in the sound of my trembling voice.
He used his foot to kick my feet open wider. I was never more aware of how exposed I was. He’d be able to see everything between my legs, from my soaking wet pussy to the far more sensitive hole that was soon going to get fucked.
“You’re going to be even more beautiful covered in my marks,” he continued.
I heard the sound of the belt rushing through the air before it arced across my backside. Instantly, a line of fire blazed in its wake, the sting building for several moments before it crested so fiercely that I yelped.
It was so much harsher that I could ever have prepared for. I tensed reflexively as another slashed through the air, trying to protect myself from the inevitable. If anything, that made it hurt even more and I struggled to relax as the next lash bit across my bare, helpless cheeks.
I didn’t try to count. I wouldn’t have been successful even if I’d tried.
The belt was merciless, whipping the backs of my legs and all across my ass. The fire blazed from the tops of my cheeks all the way down my thighs, and he was showing no signs of slowing down.
It was then that something else occurred to me.
What if the belt whipped my pussy?
My thighs tensed protectively. I edged my toes closer together in hopes of closing my legs and hiding my most sensitive place, but his foot pressed against mine. I stilled at once.
“Keep your legs spread, angel. Your little pussy will feel my belt when it’s time.”
I wailed at his words, but I obeyed him. I don’t know why. I didn’t really understand it, but a part of me wanted to please him. I wanted to take his belt and I wanted him to be proud of me for it.
My hands gripped at the railing, holding on as my whipping renewed. I twisted and turned, but the belt hit true every time. I could feel each welt rising in between strokes, but soon enough I couldn’t tell one from the next because my entire backside felt like it had been set ablaze.
I cried out, but he was relentless. The leather strap felt like a line of liquid fire slicing through my flesh again and again. It was so heavy that it jostled my cheeks, making my pussy clench every time.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to fight back tears again and having difficulty doing so. My backside was stinging so much that I thought it might burst into flames. I was going to have trouble sitting for the rest of the day. I was sure of it.
It hurt enough that it was probably still going to be sore tomorrow. I wailed, my cries growing more desperate, and he moved directly behind me.
