As he brought the wide leather strap down across my cringing ass for the first time, and the heavy thwack as well as my resultant bellow of agony I screamed resounded within the small room, he began to speak, ignoring both of the other sounds. “I don’t like to do this, Aria. I would much prefer if you had done as you were told and kept your mouth shut when both Tennessee and I warned you. Instead of yelling and moaning because you’re getting your firm ass belted, we could be downstairs enjoying the cobbler dessert that I know Tennessee made us. But you’re a stubborn woman, and I am a man who sets the rules. No one disobeys me. No one goes against my word. I demand respect, and I have different ways than some of making sure it happens.” The belt came crashing down upon my flesh at such a rapid speed, I could barely comprehend his lecture. “I am responsible for you, and I intend to keep you safe until I hand you over to your father. I have expectations and rules that will be followed no matter what. Respect. I demand it. Even if that means that I have to tan your hide every hour on the hour to help you remember that I mean you to do exactly what I say.”
The belt had risen and fallen more times than I could count. How many stripes he gave me was of absolutely no meaning to him. He didn’t seem to be even close to letting up on his wicked discipline.
I was in agony from the time that length first seared my flesh until the last. The belt was wide enough, and my backside was small enough that, even as he marched it up and down my bare butt and the backs of my thighs, every single livid, vivid stripe overlapped with at least one other—sometimes two or three, especially near the end, when it seemed that he had not only increased the strength of the lashes, but also the frequency. It was as if he were trying to drive me toward something. He wasn’t wavering in his resolve and didn’t relent in the least.
Finally, I collapsed onto the bed and was no longer fighting him, or myself, or even the belt itself. Although I would have done anything to have him stop there, he didn’t. Instead, he gave me ten more, delivered very slowly and deliberately, and they were the worst I had yet experienced, each one eliciting a full, howling scream of its own, until on the fifth one, my voice broke and I could barely whisper the depths of my misery. Not that I didn’t give it a good try every time that leather seared my flesh again.
When he was done, he literally threw the belt away from him, opened his bedside table drawer and took something out of it, and got on the bed between my legs, leaving me bound as he lie atop me. For the second time, he didn’t take the time to climb out of his pants, but simply rearranged things to release himself, his rampant erection springing from its confinement and swelling to even more enormous proportions.
I could feel the heat he had created upon my backside as he lie over me. Moving his pants out of the way, donning the condom he had some forethought to grab, he then used his fingers to guide himself to my entrance, finding me wet with arousal. How could my body betray me in such a way?
The pain. The hurt. The humiliation and shame of being whipped by a man’s belt…
It all struck a match inside me that burned for more.
As he very slowly pressed his cock inside me, he reached up beneath me, and slipped his hands into my sweater to capture a breast in each palm. Locating each nipple and pinching and rolling them as he claimed me to the hilt, he seated himself within me fully, all at once, then rocking a bit experimentally, to make sure he was truly surrounded by every bit of me that he could get, and he was. There was nowhere else for him to go but out of me and back in, which was what my body was demanding.
I moaned as he joined our bodies together. I couldn’t really tell whether my moans were from pleasure or pain. The two sensations blurred to a point where it didn’t matter. It hurt so good. The pain from the lashing, as well as from the biting sting of his dick spreading me wide, morphed to the most delicious feeling of euphoria.
“Does it hurt?” he asked as he thrust deeper inside of me.
“Yes. But…” I cried out as his balls slapped against my pussy. “I want more of it.”