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“Now, babygirl, I’m going to use my belt. I want you thinking about how I’ve never tried to keep you from anything you’ve wanted to do. All I can ever ask from you is to adapt, because as my wife, your life will always be in some form of danger, but that is for the two of us to manage. That’s all true, isn’t it?”
“Yes. All of that is true,” I admitted, and I meant it.
“You and I will work on that together, and the belting you have coming will help you to remember all of that should you ever question me like this again. Understand me, babygirl?”
“Yes sir,” I whispered.
I really did understand now.
“Hand me the belt, sweet girl.”
I lifted it up and he took it gently from my hands. I hadn’t noticed that he’d removed his tie until he was looping it around my wrists and binding them to the bedpost. My heart raced even faster. If he was binding my hands for this, that meant that it was going to sting far more than I anticipated.
Had I bitten off more than I could chew again?
“Test them for me. The belt is going to hurt, and I want to make sure those delicately pretty fingers don’t slip out. You’re going to want to reach back and try to block it. You won’t be able to help yourself. Your gorgeous little ass and sensitive thighs will be taking my belt, not your fingers.”
His words were both chilling and arousing at the same time. He cared enough to bind my hands to protect me, and that hit me first. Second, it made it glaringly obvious that this was going to be harder than I expected, and I wouldn’t be able to keep myself from reaching back. I tested his binding, and it held fast. I wasn’t getting out until he let me out. Then his arm wound around my waist and lifted my hips so that he could slide a pillow underneath them. I cried out without meaning to once I realized how much this position raised my ass, making it an unmissable and very punishable target.
“I want you to be thinking about one last thing, my sweet bride,” he continued.
“What’s that, sir?”
“I want you to think about how much I care about and adore you, how much I love your fire, your strength, your independence, everything about you. I love you, and I’m going to show you exactly how much I love you with every stroke of my belt.”
My heart pounded in my chest, swelling with emotion, nerves, and everything in between.
“You love me?”
“I loved you from the moment we took our vows, my beautiful bride.”
I gasped, closing my eyes. They had started to become misty with unshed tears of joy, and I didn’t want them to fall.
Notyet.
“You needed to hear that too, angel, didn’t you?”
“Yes sir,” I breathed, my breath shaky with the hurricane of emotions swirling inside of me.
“Do you still need my belt,moya malyshka, my sweet, beautiful angel?”
I didn’t even hesitate. There was nothing to think about. I needed everything that this day promised and nothing less.
I needed my husband’s belt before I begged him for his cock.
“I do, my husband.”
“Then that is what you will get, my Natasha,” he answered gently. His hand pressed firmly down on my lower back, pinning me in place for what was to come. I tensed, more from nerves about the unknown than anything else.
The strap slid from its position on my cheeks as he pulled it back. I gasped at the feeling of it, my flesh overly sensitive in anticipation of that first strike. I licked my lips anxiously, but I arched my back a little, lifting my bottom a bit to show him that I did need this.
I took a deep breath, and I heard the first lash before it struck. My ears were attuned to the slightest sound, picking up the whoosh as it cut through the air, as if it was a loudspeaker broadcasting it to a captive audience, but it was only the two of us.
The noise the belt made as it struck was somehow louder than his hand, sharper—or maybe it was all in my head because the belt seemed that much more harrowing. At first, I thought I could handle it, but it took a moment for the sting to set in. It wasn’t immediate like his hand had been, but it built, andit built, until it was as if a vicious line of fire had erupted across both cheeks.
I squeaked in surprise, but another one followed before the sting from the first fully crested, and I suddenly had to contend with two scalding lines, one right just below the other. My body stiffened, and a third inevitably followed. The full weight of exactly what I’d asked for finally occurred to me.
This was far worse than his hand. This was a punishment to be afraid of, one I’d be reluctant to earn again in the future.
