“Don’t,” I begged.
His arm hung down by his side, but my eyes were glued to the long piece of leather in his hand. Moving closer to me, he stood by my side, placing one hand on my lower back to keep me in place.
“Please.”
He ignored my pleas and instead, continued on in silence. He lifted his arm and the warm, dark brown leather pressed against my skin, softly at first as he caressed me with it. For a moment, it felt good and I relaxed slightly.
Maybe he wasn’t actually going to use it to punish me? Maybe it was just a warning.
“I’ll obey you. You can have me, and I won’t fight you anymore,” I said, ready to promise anything in order to avoid what seemed inevitable now. Maybe he would be merciful and take pity on me.
Still, he didn’t respond, and I grew even more anxious. Instead, he sighed heavily, and his hand reached in front of me and picked up my panties. Quickly, before I could respond, he stuffed them into my mouth. I could taste my sweet, musky arousal and I gagged softly.
“If you spit them out, you will regret it,” he threatened, and I moaned quietly in defeat. The room was silent for a while then, just me and him and the leather pressing softly against the vulnerable bare flesh of my ass.
The belt left my skin then and I closed my eyes, fearful of what was to come.
The sound of the leather hitting flesh echoed in the stone-walled room. It was loud and incredibly striking, and I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter. Then, the fiery blaze of pain finally hit me. I squealed, the sound muted by my panties as a line of fire swelled over the cheeks of my ass. My body tightened reflexively, trying to make myself smaller, trying to fight against my bonds but it was no use. I was going to take his punishment and I had no choice in the matter.
The worst part of it all was he could see my pussy. He could see the way my entrance was anxiously clenching in anticipation of the next strike of the belt, the way my thighs were slick with my arousal, how much wetter I was than before. He could see all of it, all of me and I whimpered quietly at my shame.
The sound of the belt rushing through the air cut through the silence and I stiffened, right before the next lash whipped my backside. I struggled as the pain tore through me, a fiery blaze that there was no escape from. This lash had landed right below the last and was quickly followed up another.
Slowly, he made his way down my ass, each strike more painful than the last. My punished flesh was on fire, the heavy sting settling deep into my body, but still, my body responded as though it liked being hurt. My core pulsed with desire and with each heavy, painful lash, the agony morphed into something more, something pleasurable and despite everything that told me I shouldn’t, I wanted more.
He thrashed my ass furiously, but with a steady, measured cadence.
Over and over, the leather whipped against my backside, branding my skin with his displeasure and I was ashamed with the arousal dripping down my thighs. I was slick with it, more so than before and my body hummed with unreleased passion.
Left on the edge of orgasm just minutes before with little time to recover, I felt as though I was diving off a cliff into the unknown. I was crying out in pain, getting the whipping of my life, and still, I was more aroused than I had ever been.
“Arch your back. Show me what a good little warrior you can be,” he demanded.
And I did.
I cried out as the belt whipped against the lower curve of my buttocks, the leather savagely lighting a fire into my skin. The pain was more intense the closer he got to my thighs. I knew I was going to feel this for days.
My sounds muted, there was little I could do to protest. All I could do was take what he gave me. I’d fought against him, denied him my nakedness, and I was getting spanked with his belt for it. I whined into the wet cloth of my panties, feeling myself beginning to lose myself. Tears prickled in the corners of my eyes and my body tensed against each lash.
That’s when he started whipping my thighs.
If I had thought the fiery sting of the belt had been bad on my ass, it was no comparison to how much it hurt when he thrashed my thighs.
The blazing lash seared into my skin and I couldn’t hold back my tears any longer. I screamed into the wet, musky fabric shoved into my mouth and I began to cry, but still, he didn’t stop. He whipped my insolent little ass and thighs until I was sure they were going to burst into flames. I sobbed, and I tried to beg for mercy, but he didn’t listen.
Something inside me broke then and my body went slack. Everything in me demanded my submission and obedience to the man meant to master my body. With a sob, I arched my back and lifted my ass a little in the air, accepting the fact that I was going to be punished until he thought I had learned my lesson.
I was his to control. Completely then. In that moment, he was in my head and I was defenseless against him.
I heard the belt hit the floor then, the metal jingling on the way down until it struck the stones beneath.
I sobbed, and his warm hands caressed my hips, his fingernails dragging across my punished flesh and I cried out at the sudden burning bite. The sharp sensation continued, and I moaned low in my throat as the pain quickly morphed into sudden, intense pleasure. I was powerless against it.
Tears streaked down my face, continuing to fall as I processed the fact that I’d been whipped and punished for the very first time in my life and there was a tiny part of me that enjoyed it. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that it wasn’t such a small part of me. Now that it was over, my body blazed with pleasure. I had more than liked it. I wanted him to do it again.
I must be fucking insane.
His nails continued downward, edging closer and closer to my sopping wet pussy. He scratched against my outer lips and I drew in a nervous breath. Slowly, he cupped my mound in his palm, before he patted it softly. The wet sound that followed was so shameful that I had to shut my eyes, almost as a defense mechanism even though I knew it did nothing to protect me in the slightest.