Page 37 of Blue Velvet

I gasp when he moves the cold metallic item along my skin, and I realize that it’s a pair of scissors. For a moment I’m consumed by panic, panic that he might want to hurt me.

No blood.

No cuts.

But he’s not using the scissors on my skin. Instead, he uses them to cut my shorts, the most luxurious pair of shorts I’ve ever worn, and he just cuts them as if it was nothing. To him, it probably isn’t.

He moves the scissors along my skin, cutting the fabric all the way from bottom to top in various places, until he’s able to rip them apart and expose my ass in front of him.

“Now,” he says, throwing the pieces of fabric aside.

“I know you can take this. You have been spanked before, haven’t you, toy?”

I mentally sigh in relief. Spanking. I can not only take that, I might actually enjoy it.

“Yes, I have,” I respond, shivering with anticipation when I hear him unbuckling his belt. A classic.

“Good, you have nothing to fear then, have you?”

Before I can give him a reply, I feel the first blow cutting across my skin. I shriek out in pain, instantly wondering why I thought I’d enjoy this.

I’m whimpering, and it’s only been one slap.

“This will be easy enough for you, toy,” he says in a hoarse voice. “But I don’t want to make thistooeasy for you, so there’s one thing you’ll have to keep in mind. If you don’t... well, you’re going to be in bigger trouble than before.”

I nod, even though I don’t know what I’m agreeing to, because he hasn’t specified his demand yet.

“This belt will land on your pretty ass as often as I deem adequate,” he continues. “You can scream, you can cry, but there are two things you’re forbidden to do.”

He pauses, filling the silence with another burning hit to my ass. I don’t cry out this time, but instead I endure the pain in tense silence.

“First, you’re not allowed to move,” he elaborates. “And second, you’re not allowed to get wet.”

My eyes widen in shock, and I can’t stop myself from letting out a helpless moan.

That’s impossible.

There’s no way I’ll be able to oblige his second command.

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He doesn’t checkmy status for a long time. After every strike with the belt, I fear that his hand might wander between my legs to see if I’m obeying his demand.

I know I’m not.

I can’t help it. It’s a natural response to the kind of pain he’s inflicting upon me. There are no tears yet, but my body tenses up every time he hits me with the belt, always meeting a slightly different spot on my ass than the time before. Once he has covered the entire area, he returns to the beginning, inflicting more agony on an already sore spot.

The pain is intense, almost blinding. It’s molten iron. A reminder that I am alive.

After a while, I no longer suppress my anguished cries, filling the room with unbridled shrieks that no one but him will ever hear. I don’t even notice that I started crying until I taste the trickling salty liquid on my lips. The taste awakes me from a slumber, one that provides the comfort I need during sessions like this. Some call it subspace, but I’ve always called it warmth, simple warmth. It’s a kind of vertigo that helps my mind elude the agony at hand, and escorts me to a place where there’s no pain, only the throbbing left by every impact. That hot pulsation, the one that carries me off to a place to which I have no access unless there’s a man to help me get there.

I crave this feeling and the surrender that comes with it. I almost feel sorry for him, for my captor, because I know that whatever he’s feeling right now, it can’t be nowhere close to as good as what I’m experiencing.

And that’s exactly the problem.

I know my core is dripping wet. I know it before he finally moves his hand there, his gentle touch clashing with the torment from before. My skin is glowing and I moan in anguish when he graces my tortured ass, as his fingers part my velvety lips, revealing that I’ve been anythingbuta good girl.

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