Chapter 20 #2
Clover walks to the closet and opens it.
The belt is impossible to miss, especially for a human-sized girl.
I don’t wear it often, but I’ve worn it enough to soften the leather without needing oil.
It’s the thinnest, lightest belt I own. Some of the ones in the back of the closet are wider than her hand.
I’d have to be truly angry to make her bring me one of those.
Her steps are slower when she returns, holding the belt in both hands. Her fingers brush across the leather like she’s already imagining how it’s going to feel. She hesitates before offering it to me, then pulls it back defensively before finally handing it over.
“At least it’s not a whip,” she whimpers, looking down.
“No, I already told you I would not whip you unless you do something truly foolish. You’re going to get ten across your ass,” I tell her. “Then five between your legs.”
“Oh god, no,” she cries, squeezing her thighs together, twisting on her toes.
“I’m not going to injure you,” I reassure her, because her fear smells sharper than her arousal for a moment. “But you will remember it.”
I pull her across my lap, and she lands with a soft gasp, her body tense across my thighs. I can feel her heart racing, the rapid rise and fall of her chest against my leg. Her hands brace against the bed, fingers curling into the fur.
Despite her fear, I can’t resist pulling her close to my erection, letting her feel the heat.
The belt is definitely going to make her squirm, and if I have to use it, then I might as well enjoy it.
I won’t even have to worry about going to bed frustrated afterwards, because I gave her permission to touch me.
“You will count them,” I instruct, adjusting her position so her ass is higher and more exposed, but she’s still flush against my cock. “Loud enough for me to hear. If I can’t hear you over the crack of the belt, then I’ll keep swinging it until you’re loud enough for the ghosts to hear you.”
“Yes, King Lix’tuk,” she whispers, her voice trembling.
I fold the belt in half, testing the weight of it in my hand. The leather makes a soft snap when I bring the ends together. She flinches at the sound, a little cry escaping her throat.
“Why are you being punished?” I ask, running my palm over her ass, feeling the warmth of her skin.
“For lying to you,” she answers quietly.
“And why is that foolish, little human girl?” I ask, more roughness in my voice.
“Because… because you need to be able to trust me,” she says, her voice steadier now. “And I can’t be trusted if I lie.”
“Let’s reinforce that so you don’t forget it,” I say, and I feel her body relax slightly when I pin her in place with my free hand. “Now, stay still.”
I raise the belt and bring it down across the center of her ass with a controlled snap. Not hard enough to bruise. Not even hard enough to leave a mark that will last more than an hour. But enough to sting and show her that lying will not be tolerated.
She cries out, her body jerking forward. “One!”
“Good girl,” I praise, rubbing the spot where the leather landed. Her skin is already warming, a faint pink line appearing. “Nine more.”
I wait a few seconds, letting the sting settle, then deliver the second strike just below the first. Her legs kick slightly, but I hold her in position, feeling every squirm radiate against my sensitive ridged cockhead.
“Two!” she gasps, her voice louder than the belt.
The third lands on the opposite cheek. The fourth crosses both.
By the fifth, she’s breathing hard, small sobs escaping between counts.
Her ass is a beautiful shade of pink, the marks crisscrossing in a pattern that makes my cock throb.
Maybe I like punishing her more than I’d like to admit, especially when I’m not truly hurting her.
“Five,” she whimpers, tears streaming down her face.
“What was that? I can’t hear you. Say that again,” I quickly bring the belt down again twice.
“Five!” Her shriek makes me smile.
“Halfway there, little human girl,” reminding her that she cost herself two extras by getting lax in her response. I pause to run my hand over her heated skin. She shivers under my touch, and I feel the wetness between her thighs. “You’re doing well.”
The sixth strike lands on the crease where her ass meets her thighs. She squeals, her feet kicking in the air as she writhes against me hard enough for me to groan.
“Six! Oh god, six!” she yells.
“Only four more. I know you can handle it,” I say, holding her until her squirms die out.
Seven and eight are quick, one after the other, both cheeks getting equal attention.
She’s sobbing now, but she doesn’t try to cover herself.
Doesn’t try to escape. She takes it, counting through her tears.
That’s one way I know she’s not a coward.
A little begging and pleading is fine, but she doesn’t fight me when it’s time for punishment.
“Seven!” she bawls. “Eight!”
The ninth is lighter, almost gentle compared to the others. A warning of what’s coming next, but I’m not sure if she interprets it as that. It probably just feels like mercy to her.
“Nine,” she chokes, her voice hoarse.
I deliver the tenth strike across the fullest part of her ass, a solid snap that echoes in the room. She cries out, her body shaking, but she counts it.
“Ten!” she screams.
“Good girl,” I growl, setting the belt aside and rubbing her ass with both hands. The heat radiates from her skin, but there are no real welts. No broken skin. Just slightly raised bands of bright red tender flesh that will fade by morning. “Now comes the part you’re actually scared of.”
I’ll be disappointed if this doesn’t make her beg. I’ve discovered that humans don’t like having their pussies slapped like orcs do, so I’m sure the leather won’t be pleasant either.
“Please,” she whimpers, squeezing her thighs together. “Please, I’ll be good. I won’t lie again.”
“I know you won’t,” I chuff, using one hand to spread her thighs apart. She resists for a moment, then yields, opening herself to me. Her pussy is glistening, arousal coating her inner thighs. “Because you’re going to remember what happens when you do.”
I hold her thighs open and stare at her drenched pussy, watching it get wetter, simply because she knows I can see how aroused she is. After some of her arousal trickles onto my leg, I shift her to the bed and place her on her back, lifting her legs by the ankles and spreading them wide.
“Keep your legs spread,” I order, holding them apart until she’s compliant. “Good girl. Don’t close them. They stay spread like this until I’m done.”
“Okay…” she whimpers, hesitation in her eyes.
I pick up the belt again, folding it tighter this time. The first strike between her legs needs to be precise. Controlled. Just enough to sting her folds without hitting her clit directly. Too much and I’ll hurt her in ways I don’t intend. Too little and the lesson won’t stick.
“Count,” I command, and swing the belt in a light, downward flick across her pussy.
She watches with wide eyes until the leather cracks against her skin, then she shrieks, her entire body convulsing. “One! Oh god, one!”
I wait longer this time, letting the sensation settle. Her thighs are trembling, trying to close, but I she holds them open, leaving her pussy fully exposed for what is coming.
The second strike is just as controlled, landing on her wet folds with a soft smack. She sobs, her hands fisting the fur.
“Two!” she squeals.
When the third lands, she shrieks, hips squirming against the mattress until she finally settles. “Three! Please, please, I’m sorry, I won’t lie again, I promise.”
“You have two more,” I bark sternly, my voice rougher than I intend. My cock is so hard it’s painful, and the scent of her arousal is making it difficult to finish this. But orcs finish what they start. “You can take two more.”
The fourth strike makes her scream, her body arching. But she counts it. “Four!”
I pause, rubbing her inner thighs, then brush my finger against her wet heat. She’s soaking wet, her pussy clenching around nothing. I circle her entrance, gathering her slickness, then drag my fingers up to her clit. She gasps, her hips bucking.
“Last one. Then I’m going to make you come on my tongue.”
The fifth and final strike is the lightest, barely more than a tap against her sensitive folds. But after the previous four, it’s enough to make her sob.
“Five!” she cries, shaking as she processes the pain.
I run my palm over her trembling thighs until the panic leaves her scent.
Then I throw the belt on the floor, and look at her, legs splayed, pussy pink, slightly swollen and glistening.
Her face is wet with tears, her chest heaving.
But the need in her pretty brown eyes is unmistakable, and I crave her flavor on my tongue.
“You won’t lie to me again,” I say confidently, dropping to my knees at the edge of the bed. “And since you took your punishment so well, now you’re going to get your reward.”
I grab her thighs and pull her to the edge of the bed, spreading her wide. She makes a high pitched keening noise, her hands reaching for my head, fingers tangling in my mane.
“King Lix’tuk,” she breathes, her voice still cracking from the intensity of her lesson.
“That’s right, little human girl. I am your king now,” my mouth moves against her pussy, my breath making her shiver. “I know it hurt, but your punishment is over.”
She’s learned her lesson. There will be no more pain tonight except the ache in my cock, but that can wait.
I’m already leaking after having her squirm against me, but that’s nothing compared to an actual release.
When I was alone, I could go at least a week without tending to my needs.
With her around, I’m struggling to make it a day.