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“Turn over, little girl. Press that bare little bottom against my cock,” he demanded. Every breath felt like a heat wave. I panted, trying to get a hold of myself.
I found myself rolling on the table despite everything in me that told me I should run. Once my belly pressed against the table, I slid back just enough so that my toes brushed against the floor.
My bottom brushed against his hips, the steel iron of his cock pressing between my cheeks.
“Do you feel that, little girl?”
His growl made my insides dance with insatiable need.
“Yes, sir,” I breathed.
I couldn’t help but push back against him a bit harder.
“You need a taste of my belt, naughty girl,” he rumbled, and I arched nervously. My pussy clenched tight.
“Yes,sir,” I breathed.
He pulled back and dragged his hand down the length of my spine. I sucked in a breath as his warmth drew away from me. He kept his hand on my lower back and I slid my arms beneath my chin. Unable to help myself, I peeked back, watching as the belt swung back and forth in his hand.
He was going to use that…
Tospankme…
Topunishme…
Something inside me swelled to life, an intense need like I’d never felt before. This should be wrong. I should be screaming for help and running for my life, but I did none of those things because the truth was that I wanted him to punish me with that belt.
Hisbelt.
The thought of him whipping me with that thick black strap was too consuming to ignore. I wanted to know what it was like because it felt right.
Nervous arousal spiraled through me, intense and feral and I did the unthinkable. I lifted my bottom, presenting myself so that he could whip my backside with that enticing piece of leather.
“I’m looking forward to seeing how beautiful you look with the mark of my belt across your gorgeous little ass,” he growled. I jumped when the leather brushed my skin, pressing my cheek against the wooden table as if it could offer me some sort of respite.
I heard the belt cut through the air with a sudden whoosh. It cut across my bottom like a line of liquid fire. The sting was instantaneous, but so was the pleasure that came with it. The belt made my cheeks bounce, jostling my pussy just enough to tease me and I bit back a moan.
The belt struck again, a bit lower this time. I didn’t make a sound, reveling in the initial stinging sensation and sighing when the inevitable passionate need hit a few seconds later.
Those initial strikes were slow and firm enough to sting, but he slowly built up the pace. His palm pressed down more firmly against my lower back, holding me down as the intensity gradually increased. I pushed my toes against the floor, but when a particularly hard lash caught the fullest part of my bottom, I kicked them up.
He paused immediately, using the belt to slowly push my feet back to the floor.
I squirmed and his fingers slid along my inner thigh as the belt brushed against my calf. I stopped breathing.
A single drop of wetness rolled down my inner thigh, sordid and shameful and altogether captivating. I wailed as softly as I could, trying to grapple with what was happening and having no answers as to why this was turning me on too much.
He caught that drop of arousal with his finger and smeared it across my stinging backside. I curled my hands around my face, hiding my shame even though I knew he knew every bit of it. He growled softly at the discovery, only compounding my shame that much further.
I trembled when he took a step back, anticipating the next fall of the belt before it struck. It was the hardest one yet, enough to take my breath away, but something inside me blossomed and I sank against the table.
I lifted my bottom again.
He slashed the belt across the tops of my thighs, and I sucked in a breath, immediately overwhelmed by the fiery sting. I cried out and drew up to the tips of my toes, the pain surging up and down my spine. The crest of agony was far more intense this time and he paused as my back arched and I suffered.
It was even more delicious than I imagined it would be.
He whipped me soundly after that, leaving no inch of my backside unpunished. I whimpered, my cries increasing in intensity. Each lash scalded my bare vulnerable bottom, leaving one welt after another that burned long after the belt struck.
