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One of his hands slammed into the tree right next to my head, keeping me firmly locked against the trunk without a single touch. My fingers dug into the bark, and then he snarled savagely, grabbing my wrists with both hands, and forcing them up high over my head. The fingers of his one hand easilywrapped around my wrists, holding my much smaller ones with incredible ease.

With a single, deliberate motion, Caelum reached down with his other hand, his fingers deftly undoing the buckle of his belt.

Ohfuck.

He pulled it free from his slacks. The silence of the woods only seemed to amplify the sound of the leather strap sliding free, making my nerves barrel quickly into the world of overwhelming. In a smooth, almost practiced motion, he folded it in half and hung it at his side.

This wasn’t good.

I struggled hard, trying to pull myself away from him. I tugged my hands, but his hold didn’t give. I tried bringing up my knee savagely hard between his thighs, but he skillfully avoided my attack. The grin on his lips only widened, like he was enjoying showing me just how much more powerful he was than me.

The worst part of it all was that my body was enjoying it, too. My nipples were hard as rocks, clearly visible through my crop top, and I knew without a doubt that my panties were soaked through with my arousal.

“Please, we can talk about this,” I tried.

“We’ll talk after I’m through,” he snarled.

Without another word, he flipped the belt over his shoulder and grabbed my top, tearing it off with a single hard swipe. My breasts bounced free, and my nipples hardened even further in the cooling night air. I cried out in alarm, but that didn’t stop him from reaching down and popping the button off my jeans with a firm yank. I renewed my struggle, but he very easilypushed my jeans down past my hips. I screamed, but with a sinking heart, I realized no one would hear me. There wouldn’t be anyone for miles, at least no one who would come save me.

He spun me around and pinned me against the tree, my bare ass on complete display, my breasts hanging out and my wet pussy free to the air. My pants and my panties were tangled around my knees. If I ran now, I would trip and fall for sure. My thighs slipped against one another, and I closed my eyes.

Shame spiraled through me.

The President of Newsome University had stripped me, and my pussy was soaking wet.

Before I knew what was happening, the sound of the belt sliced through the air loud enough to make me still. I didn’t know what I’d expected, but a sharp noise like a gunshot echoed through the woods, and then a line of liquid fire arced across my bare cheeks. A strangled cry broke free from my throat.

He was using his belt tospankme.

I’d never experienced anything like this. My parents had simply grounded me when I’d been bad as a kid. Sure, I’d heard things that other kids said, but they were mostly said in hushed, fearful whispers in the hallway, and I’d come to assume that they were making it up.

My mind raced, trying to figure out some way out of this, but I couldn’t come up with anything, at least not before the belt struck for a second time right below the first. Even with all of my squirming and clamoring, his aim was impeccable. A third struck, and then another, and I soon lost count.

The only thing left was the scalding fire of each rising mark. The belt was ruthless, the leather molding to my body, and I bit the inside of my cheek, vowing to keep myself quiet even as the world spun out of control all around me.

I didn’t keep my vow for very long.

The vicious bite of the belt struck from the very tops of my cheeks all the way down to the middle of my thighs. I soon learned that those stung the most, and my feet danced on the ground. He gripped my wrists and pulled them higher, forcing my body to extend much further than before. In one sudden movement, he had me teetering to keep my balance.

It also forced me to take every stroke of that belt whether I liked it or not.

A particularly hard lash cut across the tops of my thighs, and I keened, my eyes watering from the sting. I blinked them away, but the belt kept falling.

“I’m sorry for running! I’ll stay at the mansion. I promise!” I blubbered.

“After I’m through with you, I’m certain you will,” he answered, but the belt kept falling, and with each line of sizzling fire, the aching sting grew hotter. Every stroke cut across both cheeks, smarting sharply at first, but then the pain followed in something like a slow burn, building on top of one and then the other until my entire ass was a fiery blaze of agony.

Every inch of my backside was scalded and still the belting went on, seemingly harder than before. Soon enough, there was nothing other than my bare ass and the belt. It didn’t matter that my nipples were scraping against the bark of the tree and that my arousal was very clearly stringing between my thighs.

The only thing I could focus on was the ever-falling strike of that godforsaken leather strap. When he focused exclusively on my thighs, I whimpered out loud. My breath hitched in the back of my throat, and my eyes watered again, but with each agonizing stroke, I grew closer to tears.

I tried closing my eyes, imagining I was somewhere else, but the vicious bite continued, and a choked cry rasped free from my throat.

“Please,” I tried.

The belting didn’t stop.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered hoarsely, but he didn’t listen to that, either.

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