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He folded the leather in his hand, his intense stare never leaving mine.
My mouth went dry as I watched him, my heart beating faster with every passing second. I knew what was coming next, and yet, I couldn’t look away. I was both scared and excited, a feeling I had never experienced before.
Locke took a step closer to me, his belt still in his hand. “Stand up,” he commanded, his voice low and rough as he spoke. “Bend over the couch.” His grip tightened on his belt.
“What?” I squeaked. “No. I’m sorry. I apologized.”
“I hate apologies.”
“You can’t just,” I looked at the belt, “whip me with that.”
“I can. And I will.”
Before I could respond, he yanked me off the couch and bent me over the arm rest. The cool leather kissed the skin of my thighs as Locke moved behind me, one hand resting on my back while the other held the belt.
I jerked when he raised the hem of my little black dress, exposing my lace thong.
“By the time I’m done with you, you’ll never want to step foot inside The Vault again.”
Without warning, he brought the belt down hard across my backside. I gasped, the pain radiating through me. He spanked me again, and I cried out.
The pain was intense, but so was the pleasure. I had never felt anything like it before, and it was all I could do to not beg for more.
Locke continued to spank me, the sound of the leather striking my skin echoing through the room. Each time he brought the leather down, a wave of pleasure coursed through my body, nearly making me moan.
My mind wanted the spanking to stop, but my body clearly didn’t. I feared if he kept going for much longer, there wouldbe no way to hide what this punishment was doing to me. I’d be mortified for Locke to know that his act of discipline wasn’t exactly teaching me the lesson he was hoping to achieve.
My body reacted to his dominance as he brought the belt down on my ass, each strike leaving a burning sensation in its wake. I had never felt so alive before, and a big part of me didn’t want this moment to end. I could feel my pussy getting wetter with every strike, and it was all I could do not to start rubbing myself against the couch.
After what seemed like a lifetime, but also not long enough, Locke stopped and rubbed my burning rear. I let out a sigh of relief, feeling my heart slow down.
“I don’t want an apology from you again,” he said, his voice still low and dangerous. “Do you understand?”
I nodded.
“Say it,” he demanded, his hand tightening around the leather and bringing it down on my ass one more time.
“I won’t do it again,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.
“Louder.” He brought the leather down upon me again, harder than all the times before.
“I won’t do it again!” I cried, the pain in my ass intensifying.
“Good girl,” he said, loosening his grip on the belt. “Now, get up.”
I stood up, trying to shake the pain out of my legs.
He took a step closer to me, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me closer to him, his lips finding the top of my head as he gave me a comforting kiss.
A wave of lust washed over me, and my body swayed toward him, wanting more. I wanted so much more than just comfort.
He ran his hand down the length of my back, lowering the dress back down because I had forgotten to do it myself.
He gently rubbed the burning flesh of my ass before giving it a small smack. I gasped, feeling my pussy pulsing with excitement.
For the first time, Locke spoke, his voice breathy and thick. “I’m not a man to test. Hopefully, you understand that now.”
His hand cupped my face to his chest in an embrace as I silently nodded. My face was heated in embarrassment, my head spun, but I cuddled into his warmth with the need to be closer.
