Page 44 of Violent Hearts

"Climb on the bed."

He yanks the belt to my left, beckoning me to climb onto the king-size canopy bed. I do as I'm told, relishing the feeling of luxurious silk sheets under my palms and knees.

"Move to the head of the bed, on your knees, close to this side," he commands. "Hold on to the headboard and hollow your back for me. Show me that pretty ass."

I cast him a quick look, reaffirming his very specific order. He juts his chin forward and beckons me to comply. So I do, crawling up to the head of the bed and holding on to the black frame at the headboard while distending my ass and hollowing my back for him.

He walks alongside the bed, closing in on me and leaning over to remove the belt from around my neck. I'm half relieved and half frightened, because I have a suspicion about what his next move will be.

"Three transgressions," he says, still standing next to the bed. "Eye rolling. Correcting me in front of my subordinates. Raising your voice against me."

I'm trembling, unsure whether he wants me to say anything or not.

"We'll start you off slow. Two spankings for each transgression. Six in total."

That doesn't sound too bad, is what I think at first, not taking into account that I've never been spanked with a belt before. I've never been really spanked, period, not like this.

And I had no idea how much it would hurt.

I yelp out in surprise and pain as the first blow hits my skin. I lose control for a second and let go of the bed frame, instinctively covering my back to protect myself, but he won't have it. He reaches for my wrist, closing his hand around it in a tight grip and moving it back to the front.

"Don't move," he says. "You brought this on yourself, Button. Now be strong enough to take it."

I glare at him, but follow his command. I can do this. I know I can.

The second blow brings tears to my eyes, but I'm too stubborn to let out another sound. The pain is more than I thought I could handle, way more. But I know it's only the beginning.

And I'm handling it.

Blows three and four come in quick succession, leaving me little time in between to breathe or process the pain. I couldn't help but shriek out when the fifth strike cuts into my flesh, as I'm still burning with the bruising pain inflicted from the ones before.

I'm shivering, sweat is pearling down my spine and at my temples, trying to cool the heat of agony that the belt has caused. My hands hold on to the black steel frame of the bed as if I'm holding on for dear life, my head low and my hair sticking to the side of my face and my damp back.

"Fucking beautiful." I hear his voice coming from far away.

I flinch when he drapes the belt across my back, gently stroking along my tortured skin while I tremble with anticipation.

And then something weird happens.

It feels good. Very good.

I no longer feel a burning sting, robbing me of my senses. Instead, it has turned into a warm throbbing, exhilarating and calming at the same time.

"What the...."

My voice breaks when I feel his hand between my legs, sliding between my lips with ease, a treacherous slick sound revealing my arousal.

"Enjoying your punishment, aren't you, Button?"

I close my eyes in shame and reply with nothing but an angry growl. Why does he always have to point these things out? Why does he enjoy making me feel this way?

"We're not done," I hiss. "You missed one."

"Oh, I didn't miss it. Don't you worry."

I groan in disappointment when he withdraws his hand. He walks around to the other side of the bed and climbs on top of it, placing himself diagonally behind my ass. I dare a quick look over my shoulder to see what he might be up to, and see him on his knees, holding the belt in one hand while stroking his hardened length with the other.

"Eyes forward, Button."

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