Page 65 of Vow of Vengeance

I stretch, yawning. “It’s SO late. Should we get some sleep?”

Ignoring me, he walks over to the cozy pink velvet armchair in the corner of the room—one of my favorite pieces he’s bought. I watch in awe, shock, and slight confusion as he drags it to the center of the room.

My interest turns to horror as he pushes the back down hard. My precious chair! Does he know the joy of settling down into a chair large enough to curl your legs up in, but small enough to embrace you like a hug? It’s so nice. If only I wasn’t dyslexic, I swear she’d turn me into an avid reader.

How dare he destroy my stuff in his anger! Well, technically, it’s his stuff, but still?—

“Hey!” Dragging my quilt-dress with me for modesty, I run to save her. “Careful. I love that chair. Don’t break it, please.”

“I’m glad you like it. I bought it just for you.” The chair now lays flat, almost like a chaise. But he’s not done. He grabs the top of the back of the chair, pushing it horizontally toward the center of the chair. As he does this, the middle of the chair slowly rises, creating a smooth velvet mound.

Before I can ask what he’s doing, he reaches up, tearing the quilt from me with one yank. I stand there, naked, cool air rushing over my body, making my nipples peak, tight with discomfort. His hungry gaze devours me. I want to cover myself with my hands, but before I can, he grabs me in his arms.

He tugs me over to the chair. “Hey! What are you doing?” He pulls me forward so I’m lying face down on the velvet, with my ass perfectly perched over the mound he’s created.

“You’ll stay put over this chair and take every lick of my belt.” He warns, “If you disobey me at all, I’ll plug your ass with the largest toy, then start all over again.”

Flurries of ice flutter throughout my belly. His belt? I’ve never been punished other than by his hand. I can’t imagine what being spanked with leather will feel like. “I—I don’t think I can.”

“You can and you will.” The clack of his metal belt buckle sends a chilly shiver down my spine. I tremble at the whoosh of leather as it slides through the loops of his pants.

I cringe, sensing him raising the belt behind me. My ass cheeks clench, and my eyes squeeze tight as I wait for the strap to fall. The belt whips down, leather cracking against my skin, filling the room, the pain hitting.

My fingers dig into the soft velvet edges of the chair. I cry out, choking with agony. “Oh, my—god!”

He wastes no time, bringing the belt down a second and a third time, each strike on fresh skin a new stripe across my ass. I tremble as his fingers trace over the fresh welts on my skin, each touch reigniting the searing pain. My body instinctively arches into his hand even as my mind screams for me to push away from him. But I don’t dare move.

I know better than to disobey the man wielding the belt.

"I love how the leather leaves red marks across your beautiful ass. When you sit down tomorrow, you’ll think of me.” He gives a dark chuckle. “If you even can sit.”

I’m overwhelmed by the pain, the humiliation of being naked, bared to him, entirely under his control. Another strike lands, and I gasp, liquid stinging at the corners of my eyes, the tears not just from the physical pain. There’s something more confusing mixed in, a medley of emotions I can't untangle.

Deep in my belly, the complete surrender to him creates a deep sense of trust and vulnerability, the feeling intensely intimate and arousing.

I’m wetter with each stroke of his belt.

The belt continues to caress my skin, leaving behind traces of heat and lust. My determination remains unshaken, though I’m caught in a seductive game of pleasure and defiance. He will not hear me beg him to stop.

Each lash of the belt sends waves of pain and pleasure through my body as I struggle to maintain my composure. My skin tingles with a fiery desire fueled by his dominance over me. Heprowls around me, his piercing gaze locking onto every inch of my exposed flesh.

As I adjust to the pain, I peel away at the layers of the heady experience. The power he wields is intoxicating. I’m reveling in the control he has over me.

The belt comes down lighter now, taking its time as it lightly strokes over my skin as it leaves. With my eyes closed, I let myself sink into a state of erotic bliss amidst the onslaught of his lashes. Each strike only increases my desire, and I bite down on my lip to contain the moans that threaten to escape.

"How much more can you take, baby? Are you learning your lesson? You never, ever hide something from me. Do you, little girl?”

“Don’t call me that,” I hiss between my teeth. The pet name makes me seethe, like when he said something about my “tight little hole.”

“You like it when I call you baby.” He strokes lightly over the burning skin with a gentleness contrasting so starkly with the intense strikes. “Don’t you?”

I don’t answer, and I’m punished with a spank from his hand. He peppers my already burning ass with spanks till I finally admit, “Yes! Okay. I do!”

“Good girl.” The belt hits the floor with a thud.

I didn’t realize every muscle in my body was tensed till I heard that sound, but now my belly and chest collapse against the chair. “Oh god.” I try to breathe, think, and calm myself down.

I’m not even close to even breaths when he speaks. “Now, I want you to return to what you were doing before your little phone callinterrupted us. I want you to lay here, on your back, and touch yourself. And I’m going to watch.”

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