Page 16 of Devious Secrets

“I don’t have any secrets.” Her words squeeze out from my grip.

“Such a little liar.” I lower my face to hers, inhaling the sweetness that she is. “Don’t worry, I know how to deal with little liars like you.”

With my free hand, I unbuckle my belt and yank it from my pants.

Her entire body goes stiff.

“I was going to put you on your knees, but I think this couch will do fine.” Releasing her face, I spin her around and push her over the back to the couch.

She’s short, so her feet barely touch the hard wood of the floor. For such a shitty building, the floors in the main rooms are actually nice.

As soon as her face hits the cushion, she screams.

She wiggles her arms in front of her and tries to shove off the couch, but there’s no escape for her. Not now.

“You had your chance.” I push up her nightshirt and find she’s wearing a pair of white cotton panties. She’s changed out of the black pair she wore earlier.

If her innocence shines through anymore, I might mess my own fucking pants.

“Stop! Stop!” she yells as I pull the elastic of her panties upward until they bunch between her ass cheeks. A wedgie never feels good but couple it with a belting and it’s really going to piss her off.

I take a moment to lean over her body, making sure to press my erection against her ass so she knows how happy her discomfort is making me.

“I told you, no mercy,” I whisper in her ear.

“Please. Don’t.” She tries again to get up, but I fist her hair and shove her farther into the couch cushion. Her screams are soaked into the foam of the cushions.

I manage to double over my belt and tuck the buckle into my palm, then take aim at her pretty ass.

She howls after the first lash, kicks and cries as I continue to lash her ass until even in the dimness of the room, I can make out the markings being left by the thick leather.

“Little liar,” I mutter as I bring my belt down on her thighs.

She kicks her legs out, but it’s no matter. This isn’t my first session with a naughty girl.

Her shoulders shake and her sobs are soft when I finally stop the punishment. Laying the belt across her back, I move my attention to her panties.

Using the tip of my middle finger, I run it along the seam of her ass, then farther down. Following the material of her panties, I slide between her thighs, to where her panties have become soaked with her arousal.

She moans, but I can’t tell if it’s due to embarrassment or her libido. And there’s a difference. A woman’s humiliation can be as much of an aphrodisiac as any little blue pill.

“You’ve soaked your panties.” I try to sound admonishing, but I’m not at all upset.

I trail my finger farther down until I find her clit, hard and eager to be touched.

This time, her moan is all arousal.

“Not yet. You haven’t earned it.” I press down on her clit, rubbing it in circles until I’m sure she’s starting to ignore the pain in her ass for the pleasure of her pussy.

And then I stop.

“Fuck,” she groans.

“Do you think you can be honest with me now?” I ask the back of her head. I wait for the little nod, then help her to her feet.

As soon as her feet are on the floor, she spins around and spits at me. I barely manage to dodge the assault. She needs to get better about her attacks if she’s going to keep this up.

“You got what you came for. Just leave.” She digs the heels of her hands across her cheeks, wiping away tears.

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