Page 21 of Blushing Bride

“Do you think you’re in a position to tell me what to do right now, little girl?”

“No, sir,” I breathed, biting my lip, and trying to ignore the way my pussy was fluttering with more desire than I thought I could handle. He drew his arm up, dragging the soft leather against my legs and then between them. The moment it brushed against my sensitive folds, I started.

“Try to tell me what to do again, and your soaking wet little pussy will find out what the belt feels like too,” he warned.

My clit throbbed, seemingly developing its own heartbeat in accordance with every syllable that dripped from his lips.

I had no doubt that would sting much more than his hand had.

“Yes, sir,” I whimpered.

“Now arch your bottom for me,” he demanded softly.

Without thinking, my body obeyed his instructions. It was as if his voice had a direct connection to me, like it was controlling me and I wasn’t, at least not anymore.

I didn’t know why, but it felt like freedom in the purest sense. My blood was surging through my veins, the heat from two orgasms still burning through me. The tips of my toes and the ends of my fingers prickled with sensation and anticipation of much more still to come.

“That’s a good girl,” he purred.

I was so caught up with what he’d said that I didn’t hear the swish of the belt before it was too late. It cut into the fullest part of my bottom by the time I realized it was coming.

Caught by surprise, I wasn’t prepared for the harsh sound leather hitting flesh made. It was louder than I thought it would be, far more so than just his hand spanking my bare skin. In the seconds that followed, I quickly realized that the noise it made wasn’t the worst part.

The stinging line of fire that came with it was.

It cut across both bottom cheeks, harsh and terrible for several long moments until the consuming burn sank deeper and settled in the twisting desire in my core. I let out a soft whine, but it was drowned out by the next vicious strike of the belt.

He didn’t rush this. He took his time, making each lash hard enough to send me straight up onto my toes before I settled back down again.

With every strike, the burning sting rolled through me as if it was a wave cresting over a beach. My back arched through the pain, the air rushing from my lungs along with it. I didn’t try to keep quiet this time, mainly because I didn’t think that I could.

He thrashed the tops of my cheeks to the tops of my thighs. I moaned and screamed through the ones that kissed the backs of my legs, quickly realizing that those stung most of all. My backside already felt like it was about to catch fire, and he showed no signs of slowing down.

That only seemed to make the need between my legs grow that much hotter.

When I started to squirm a bit, his hand slid along my lower back, pressing down and pinning me to the back of the couch. A particularly firm strike caught right underneath my left cheek and was quickly matched on the right.

I cried out and his other hand dipped in between my legs.

He didn’t even have to say it. We both knew I was much wetter than before.

I chewed my bottom lip, grappling with the confusing feeling ricocheting through me. Both the spanking over his knee and the belting hurt, quite a bit, but there was nothing about it that made feel unsafe or angry. In fact, the more I thought about it, the more I wanted it. Sizzling pleasure burned through me, intensifying with every cruel lash from the belt.

The belt whipped me again in the same places and I arched into each one, enjoying the way the burn scalded my already sore flesh and then sank deeper. My inner walls fluttered greedily, and his hand returned to tease my clit once more.

“Oh, please,” I begged, pressing against his roughened fingertips.

He took his hand away and swung the belt back. I turned my head just enough to catch a glimpse of him. He looked so strong, so confident, and so in control with that belt swinging in his hand that another volley of desire hurtled through me.

“Put your hands behind your back,” he directed. I whimpered quietly but did as he’d asked, only to have him pin my wrists at the small of my back.

He groaned and my clit pulsed.

“I’m going to enjoy this next part very much,” he threatened, and I sucked in an anxious breath. This time, I heard the swish of the belt as it cut through the air. Time seemed to slow to a standstill as everything in me focused on the lash that was coming. When it finally whipped against my burning cheeks, I gasped.

He had been holding back before. That much was clear from that moment on.

It was louder, the sting much fiercer. I rose up on my toes and cried out, pressing my hands down to try to cover myself, but he was ready for that. He kept my wrists firmly in place and swung the belt back again, hitting me for the second time with just as much ferocious intensity. There was nothing for me to do except to lie over the couch and take it.

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