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“I promise I won’t slap you again,” I vowed next, trying any avenue I could in escaping the deep hole I’d already dug for myself.
My clit throbbed so hard it was almost impossible to keep my hips still, and I breathed a sigh of relief once it passed. Inside me, my trepidation and arousal were at war, and I didn’t know which one was going to come out the victor.
My greatest fear was that desire would win out.
“You can make me that promise again once your bottom is fully marked from my belt,” he answered.
My furious defiance swelled up from the tips of my toes. I knew it was irrational. I shouldn’t say anything at all, but I didn’t do that. I let my impulse win out instead.
“Fuck you!” I spat. I didn’t think before the words flew off my lips. I should have. What was I doing? Was I trying to instigate him? Did I actually want him to belt me?
My inner walls fluttered. In that moment, I realized something about myself. I was curious about the belt. I’d been ever since he’d uttered the words that first day together.
The tense silence that followed was so thick that I could have cut it with a blunt knife. My heart palpitated in my chest and my clit pounded just as hard, almost as if they were in concert with one another. I bit my lip as he reached for the head of the bed.
He forced one pillow underneath my hips and then another, hiking my ass up to a vulnerable place that made me even more nervous.
Despite my reluctance to admit it, this all made my body even more aroused, too. The disconnect between the two seemed vast, like my brain was no longer connected to the rest of me. I bit my lip, worried that the chasm would widen even further and that he would soon figure out my inner struggle.
He grabbed my wrists and quickly looped the belt around them in front of me, effectively binding my hands in place so that I couldn’t reach back.
That means this is really going to sting, that he knows you won’t be able to keep from reaching back to protect yourself.
A hard shiver raced down my spine.
He’s doing that because he doesn’t want to hurt you.
I looked back, holding my breath as his hands lowered to the thick black belt around his waist. My mouth went dry as he slipped the end of the strap through the buckle. He yanked the leather strap hard enough that a noisyswishechoed through the room, making my heart beat that much faster. His belt was even thicker than the one I had been wearing, and my bottom clenched nervously. Conditioned from regular use, it folded over easily in his hand. It hung by his side, swinging back and forth with a certain ominous air that made my core squeeze tight with anxious trepidation.
It was at that moment that I fully realized that I wasn’t getting out of this. This was going to happen whether I wanted it to or not.
“I think it’s time I finally dealt with your defiance, naughty girl.”
I tensed as he laid the leather across my bare buttocks, expecting the sting of that first lash, but it didn’t come, at least not right away. It felt soft and warm from wear, but I knew it wasn’t going to stay that way for long.
I let out a small gasp as a tiny bead of arousal dripped down my thighs. Somehow they’d drifted apart, and I clamped them back together.
“Please,” I tried once more, but I knew my protests were falling on deaf ears.
He pulled the belt away from my bottom and I panicked, knowing what was coming, yet not really ready for it.
The instant the belt cracked against my naked flesh, I cried out, startled by the deafening sound. It echoed off the stone walls like a gunshot, and I bit my lip, embarrassed that I hadn’t been able to keep myself silent. For another second I was entirely focused on the sound, but then the terrible sting followed, and there was nothing else that mattered.
It felt like a line of fire had ignited across both cheeks.
A quiet whine escaped me. I tried to make a vow to myself to take this as gracefully as I could, but just like last time over his knee, I had a feeling I wasn’t going to be able to keep it, at least not for very long.
It wasn’t lost on me that I’d had only one stroke of the belt. There was no doubt in my mind that there were many more to come.
I tried to take a deep breath and prepare myself for the next lash, but when it came, I realized that was a foolish measure. There was no preparing for this. There was simply surviving through the whole ordeal.
When the second line of fire ignited across my bare cheeks, I was able to keep quiet. I wasn’t able to on the third.
I lost count after that.
My whole world centered on that leather strap and the fire it scalded across my naked skin. I tried to roll my hips from side to side, but his hold on my back kept me securely in place. I kicked my feet and tried to block the belt from hitting my ass, but that didn’t work either.
As punishment, he deftly used the strap to lash the fullest part of my calf and the burn overwhelmed me in an instant. I cried out and lowered my feet back to the bed, biting the inside of my cheek from the insanely intense sting that had come from that single strike.
