I curse as heat flashes through me, my body thrilling to the sensation. Gritted teeth hide my squeal as the belt comes down again in almost the same spot, and the seat of my britches does almost nothing to protect me.
“You ready to start talkin’?”
“I’ll never tell you anything, Orion Steelbane.”
He laughs, a rough sound which is interrupted by another loud crack of the belt.
“Fuck!”
It lands again and again, building fire in my butt from the very first lick. I swear again, guttural grunts and squeaked curses. I wonder if he’s noticing that I’m not trying to actually get away from him. I could crawl off across this bed if I wanted to, dash for the limited safety of the floor. But I don’t. I knew today was going to hurt, and if this is the pain I end up taking, then so be it. He’ll learn what every other bastard in my life learns in the end — hurting me only hurts them.
Orion
I’m not going to lie to myself, seeing leather crack down across that shapely rear held all tight in those britches that don’t belong to her is one of the more satisfying sights I’ve taken in in quite a while. This little brat was made to punish. Even in her underfed state she’s got a generous rear, hips made for birthin’, and an attitude that just won’t quit. I can’t see her face, but everything about the set of her body is telling me that she’s not giving in.
I don’t make a habit of whipping women. Don’t usually need to. Most ladies who know my reputation do as I say as soon as I say it. I don’t know if Josie would ever do what I said no matter what I do. She’s got that rare wild streak some people have, the kind that doesn’t let them ever settle down or submit to authority. A couple dozen licks later, and I have to admit to myself that this isn’t working.
Tossing the belt down on the bed next to her, I take a moment to think. She’s a wildcat, a little brat, but more than that, I reckon she’s afraid. I’ve interrogated more than a few people in my time, and the only reason anyone resists pain is because they’re anticipating even more pain if they tell the truth.
“So you’re in real trouble, huh?”
“What?” She turns her face to me. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are bright. I expected to see tears or the twisted expression of a woman fighting hurt, but… oh, goddammit. I see now why this isn’t working.
“So you’re one of those, huh?”
“One of those what?”
“One of those girls who likes pain with her pleasure.”
“Don’t be disgusting,” she hisses. “You did this to me. I don’t like it. I didn’t ask for it. Didn’t want it.”
She’s protesting like hell, but I’m sensing there’s little truth in her words.
“I reckon if those britches came down, we’d both see otherwise.”
She’s blushing furiously, outraged that I know her secret. It makes sense. She’s a rough little thing, delicate, but strong. I’m not going to treat her like a wallflower. She’s going to feel the full force of my will until she learns to obey me — and she will learn.
“Take them pants down, girl.”
Josie
That order, drawled so damn casually, makes me quake.
“Why you want my pants down? Ain’t man enough to whip through britches?”
“Ain’t stupid enough to waste my strength on canvas,” he says. “Get ‘em down, girl. Or I’ll take them down for you.”
Now we’re getting into real dangerous territory. I don’t have nothing on under these britches, and he knows it. He’s asking for an unseemly display of my most intimate parts, and I’m scared that’s going to lead to something neither one of us will ever be able to take back.
In the end, Orion makes the decision for me. He grabs the back of my neck with his human hand, and I feel the cooler mechanical fingers of the other curling in the waistband of my pants, drawing them down over my belted bottom.
The sound I emit is a low groan. Might be a moan, but I’d fight anyone who said that. He doesn’t rip my britches right off me. He leaves the waistband almost modestly positioned right below my cheeks, maybe keeping my womanhood secret from that knowing gaze of his, but exposing the parts of me he wants to work on.
SMACK
The belt cracks against my bare ass. I take a hissing breath in and grasp at the mattress, my hips jolting up in a contrary response. Liquid heat rushes through the sensitive skin of my rear, and sensation charges through to the very core of me.
I’m a bad girl. A very naughty girl, and I know I deserve to be punished.
“I can do this all evening,” he says calmly. “As long as you want it.”