Page 27 of My Best Friend's Dad

Several lines of liquid fire arced across my cheeks, and I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to quiet another cry, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep quiet much longer.

At most, I could take a few more in silence.

The belt sliced through the air, the sound of it like a crack of thunder in the room and then it came crashing down on my ass. The impact sent shockwaves across my body, and I fisted my hands as I squeezed my eyes shut.

My resolve to stay silent lasted three more blows.

As he brought the belt down on the tender underside of my ass, the pain overwhelmed me, and I wailed. Each snap of the belt left behind a burning line of fire, rising and rising until it left a welt in its wake. The more he spanked me with that belt, the more the lashes built on each other.

“Please!” I begged.

But he didn’t stop. In fact, the belt whipped across the tops of my thighs, and I screeched, the sting far more intense than any of the previous lashes.

Then, as if that wasn’t enough, the belt snapped against the crease where my ass met my thighs.

I cried out, the sound a mixture of pain and pleasure and something else entirely.

“Please,” I pleaded, but Vincenzo didn’t listen. He raised the belt and brought it down on my upper thighs once more and this time I didn’t scream, I wailed.

“You earned this. I’m not going to stop until this gorgeous bare ass is as punished as it needs to be,” he replied.

Another blow struck the lower half of my ass, then the middle and at last, the underside until every inch of my punished flesh felt like it was on fire. The stinging burn was almost too much to bear, and I slowly realized something that both terrified and aroused me at the same time.

This wasn’t going to stop when I wanted it to. It was only going to end when he decided I’d had enough. A wave of panic washed over me, but another much stronger wave of arousal followed in its wake.

The belt struck and my pussy clenched.

Hard.

Each lash was followed by the next, the pain building up upon itself, layer by layer until the agony of the belt was overwhelming. I begged and pleaded for mercy, but he showed me none.

And my pussy got wetter because of it.

He paused for a moment, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

“Look at this soaking wet little pussy. You’re enjoying your spanking, aren’t you?”

Before I could answer, the belt struck again, and I screamed.

But I realized something else then. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted more of his belt.

The pain was almost too much, but somehow, it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t like the spanking from before. That had simply been a spanking.

This was something else entirely.

This was the true punishment.

“Now, little girl, I’m going to use my belt on this gorgeous bare ass of yours until you beg me to fill that needy pussy with my cock,” he demanded.

I bit my lip.

The belt fell again. And again. And again.

It snapped right over my pussy, and I could feel myself tighten with arousal. Then the belt cracked against my thighs once more.

It was all too much. The pain, the pleasure, the intensity, and the humiliation.

I couldn’t take it.

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