Page 50 of Watch Me, Daddy

The belt sliced through the air with a faint hiss, a palpable tension building in the space between us. It didn’t hit me that time, just sweeping through the air beside my hip.

I wasn’t so lucky the second time.

As the first strike of the belt met my skin, a sharp, stinging sensation radiated through me. It was a mixture of surprise, a slight burn of pain, and an unexpected rush of heat that sent shivers down my spine. My breath caught in my throat, and I instinctively clenched my hands, gripping around his ankle in order to keep myself steady. The sensation was more intense than I had imagined, and my body responded in a way that both startled and excited me.

It was a paradox of pleasure and vulnerability that ignited an unfamiliar longing deep within. I wanted more of it.

The burn was gentle at first, but it continued to build. In mere seconds, it transformed from a slight stinging sensation to a scalding line of fire.

It hurtfar morethan his hand.

The next lash came before I was ready for it, painting another scalding welt right beneath the first. My pussy clenched down hard, needy and wanting while at the same time afraid of the vicious leather strap.

With my legs outstretched and my bottom completely exposed to his mercy, I could do nothing but take the belt, and take it I did.

The next several lashes fell right below the first two, scalding my bottom one inch at a time. The burn grew more intense with each strike, almost like every single one was building on the one before it. I yelped when the belt whipped the bottom of my cheeks, just glancing against the tops of my thighs.

He didn’t stop there.

With terrifying accuracy, he belted from the very tops of my cheeks all the way down to the middle of my thighs. The merciless lash of the thick belt was almost too much, but a strange sense of pride began to build deep within me with each one that I took. For a long while, I kept quiet, trying to show him that I could be brave, but soon enough, I was openly whimpering with every strike.

With each subsequent lash of the belt, the infernal sting seemed to build, a fiery pulse that resonated through my skin and sank into the depths of my being. My body quivered with a heady mixture of sensations. Each sharp bite of pain quickly melted into a warm ache, and the contrast of his heated touch against my tender skin sent me reeling. The anticipation of each stroke sent shivers down my spine and seemed to awaken every nerve in my body with a fiery, passionate desire.

Soon enough though, the pain overwhelmed the pleasure and the only thing I could focus on was the stinging agony radiating across my bare bottom. I struggled to take each lash, teetering somewhere on the edge of fear and surrender. I fought him and the belt seared into my backside with even more force, the weathered leather painting his mark onto my naked flesh with ruthless vigor.

I wasn’t in control.

He was.

A brutal lash bit into the lower curve of my cheeks, and I cried out, struggling with the realization that this was only going to end when he decided it would and not a second before. He was going to belt my bottom as bright red as he wished, and the only thing that I could do was take it.

There was a powerful sense of freedom in that level of surrender, and I found myself swept away by the surging currents of pain, pleasure, and the ruthless demand of my submission.

My body blazed with passionate need for the very man who wielded the leather strap.

Every lash fell with brutal accuracy. Occasionally, the folded edge of the belt grazed the sensitive folds of my pussy, causing a terrible flash of agony to rock me senseless, but then a powerfully, heady wave of desire followed in kind.

A part of me both dreaded and looked forward to those strokes the most.

He started to pick up the pace, belting me harder and faster until the only thing I could focus on was the steady, searing fall of the thick, punishing leather. The sharp, exquisite pain merged seamlessly with the intoxicating rush of pleasure, forming a delicious blend that I couldn’t help but savor.

With each stroke, I felt myself surrendering more deeply, the weight of the world lifting off my shoulders as I soared through a realm of unbridled vulnerability. It was a paradoxical freedom, an exhilarating release that left me breathless and yearning for more. Each lash seemed to carve a path to the core of my desires, igniting a fervor that consumed me whole.

“Please, Daddy,” I begged.

I didn’t know truly what I was pleading for. Did I want more? Did I want it to end? Indecision warred within me, but it didn’t really matter.

I wasn’t going to be the one to end this.

Daddy decides.

My clit pulsed hard as the strap whipped every square inch of my bottom. I whined and cried, everything centering on the painful bite. He lashed the backs of my thighs especially hard, and my eyes watered. My breath hitched in the back of my throat, and I squeezed my eyes shut, dangerously close to tears.

Immediately, the belt slowed, and I caught my breath, quickly gathering myself and blinking my threatening tears away. But my thrashing didn’t stop, at least not right away.

He laid several hard strokes down, thoroughly scalding my bottom. I whimpered and cried out, but I rode the wave of each lash with soaring pleasure. At first, the agony sizzled red-hot, rolling through me, and carrying me to dizzying heights, but soon after, a swirling riptide of passionate need coursed up and down every single nerve in my body.

In that heady mixture of pain and pleasure, I discovered a liberation unlike any other, and I reveled in the exquisite ecstasy of letting go and giving him my full surrender.

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