Chapter 4 #3
“Your inner thighs are glistening. I bet that if I spanked that naughty little pussy a bit harder, you would come, right here, bent over my bed with your bright red bottom on display,” he observed, and I wailed with mortification into the blankets beneath me.
The worst part of it all was that he was right.
Even now, my clit was pulsing harder. My pussy was clenching as each word that left his mouth and no matter how much I denied it, I could feel each drop of my arousal dripping down my inner thighs. I was soaking wet, and he could see all of it.
He squeezed my right cheek hard, and I cried out, but my hips lifted, and my body continued to respond no matter how much I willed it not to.
“Spread your legs for me, Natalia,” he directed and a frisson of something tore through me.
Without thinking, I obeyed him, and my clit pulsed even more strongly because of it.
He pressed his hand firmly against my pussy, and it took everything in me to stay still and not rub myself off on his thick, rough fingers.
Oh, but I wanted to…
“I’m going to spank this pussy an even brighter pink as a warning, little girl, because after I’m through with it, I’m going to mark that pretty little bottom with my belt and you’re going to be a very good girl and take it, aren’t you?” he demanded.
My pussy tightened so shamefully hard that I moaned out loud.
“Yes, sir,” I whimpered.
“I’m only going to use my hand on this naughty pussy, but if you aren’t a good girl for me, I can use my belt here too,” he warned and instinctually, my thighs clamped together with fear.
“Please,” I begged.
“Lift your hips and spread your thighs for me, little girl,” he demanded, and that initial frisson fractured inside me hard.
“Yes, sir,” I moaned. I obeyed him and he rewarded me by sliding a single finger over my clit. A shudder of pleasure raced across my flesh.
“You were a bad little girl, weren’t you, Natalia,” he purred, and he lightly slapped my pussy.
“Yes, sir,” I whimpered and this time I couldn’t stop myself from writhing against his hand.
“This little pussy needs a hard spanking, doesn’t it?” he asked, rubbing that terribly wonderful finger against my clit once more.
“Yes…” I moaned.
“Ask me to punish this naughty pussy,” he demanded.
“Please punish my naughty pussy, sir,” I echoed, and he flattened his fingers against my sensitive folds. I ground myself against him and for a moment, he allowed it. He growled softly in warning and lightly slapped me there.
I was so aroused that I couldn’t stop myself from moaning noisily enough that he could hear.
“Naughty girl, you’re not allowed to come.
I see that I’m going to have to be much firmer with you so that you remember your place,” he scoffed, and he slapped between my legs hard.
I cried out, caught off guard by the sudden change in intensity.
He spanked me there several more times and I writhed on the bed in pain, thoroughly struggling to take it.
I begged and pleaded for mercy, but he gave me none. He cupped his hand and thoroughly punished between my thighs until my breath hitched in the back of my throat.
“Please, sir. I’m sorry,” I moaned and the harrowing sting between my legs continued to build until my legs started to shake.
He could slap my pussy until I cried. Maybe that’s what he wanted. Maybe he needed to break me.
I couldn’t take this. I cried out in my panic. Nothing I could do could end this. He was the only one that could.
As if he sensed my mental turmoil, his fingers returned to my punished flesh, reminding me that it had been his hand that had done it.
“Even wetter, naughty girl. Whatever am I do with you?” he asked and even though my pussy felt like it had been branded from his palm, I found myself writhing against those cruel fingers once again.
“I’m sorry I attacked you, sir,” I murmured. My pussy was so sore that I could hardly place it back down on the bed. His fingers against my aching flesh stung, but I didn’t want him to pull away. In fact, there was a tiny part of me that wished he would continue.
There was an even bigger part of me that wanted to come.
“I’m going to release your hands now. You’re going to be a good girl and keep that bright red bottom on display for me,” he instructed.
His strong fingers let go of my wrists and I was almost sad about it. Carefully, I pulled them forward. I made no move to run. To be honest, I didn’t know if I could. My legs felt like jelly. I had no clothes, and I knew what would happen if I fought him again.
My aching pussy reminded me of his threat. I didn’t know if I could take his belt there too.
I curled my arms under my chest, and he placed his palm against my lower back.
Slowly, he rubbed small soothing circles and I found myself pressing back into them.
Even as my tender flesh throbbed with never-ending sting, his gentle caress was soothing.
It calmed me and I breathed a small sigh of relief.
“Are you still going to use your belt, sir?” I asked.
“I am, little girl. Does that make you nervous?”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, but my clit throbbed insatiably hard at knowing the inevitable. I relaxed against the bed and closed my eyes. I heard him unclasp his belt and the swishing sound as he pulled it from his loops was more arousing than I wanted it to be.
“Will the belt hurt?” I asked.
“It will, little girl, but you’re going to take it because you’ve earned it,” he answered.
Fuck.
A droplet of arousal rolled all the way down my thigh. He was the first man to ever take a woman like me and show me what true strength was.
I hated how much that turned me on. Despite everything in me that screamed against it, I peered back and watched him fold the belt in half. My clit throbbed needily.
“Please, I need…”
“I know what you need. We’ll take care of that needy little pussy after this pretty bottom has been thoroughly marked by my belt,” he declared. He cocked his head, admiring the redness of my backside.
The promise of him touching me threw me off balance, but I wanted to know more. I was curious. Would he want more than that? Would he fuck me?
I lifted my bottom and he groaned softly in appreciation.
“Good girl,” he crooned, and I lifted my bottom even higher, knowing that the belt was coming.
The sound of the belt cutting through the air was so very loud. I tried not to tense up, but it was impossible when I didn’t know what it would feel like. That feeling didn’t last long. I whimpered as the belt cut into my flesh, a vicious line of fire following in its wake.
“Oh!” I gasped.
He whipped me with the dreaded leather once more and this time, it felt like it had branded straight into my flesh.
I had thought his palm was mean enough on its own, but the belt was that much fiercer.
It curled around my bottom, catching each cheek and my hips tilted in an effort to escape it.
His palm pressed against my lower back, and he held me in place, thrashing me swiftly with the belt as chastisement for moving.
Oh.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
This hurt.
That black piece of leather was the only thing on my mind.
I couldn’t focus on anything else. It was agony across my bottom cheeks, yet my pussy continued to burn.
It felt like everything was centered between my legs and I wanted nothing more than to rid myself of the disturbing ball of need that was radiating out from my core.
“Please! Have mercy!” I wailed and still, he didn’t listen. He whipped my bottom, the backs of my thighs, and when I had the misfortune of opening my legs once or twice, he even clipped the folds of my pussy with the end of the belt.
“I’m not done yet, little girl,” he warned, and he thrashed me that much harder. I hoped it would end soon. I prayed for that outcome.
I didn’t want to cry, but I knew that was probably inevitable too.
There was something about that realization that made my heart stop. I blinked back tears. Please. I didn’t want to show him that weakness. I didn’t want to be weak. I sniffed them back, but one inevitably fell anyway.
I tried to stop myself, but I really began to cry after that. It was as if the dam had been breached with that first tear. Even as I sobbed, my clit continued to throb with cruel betrayal, as if I wanted all of this even though it hurt.
I hated that I wanted him to touch between my legs still, that I needed him to slip his fingers inside my pussy and make me come.
I was a monster.
He tossed the belt on the bed.
“That’s a good girl. You took your punishment so well,” he murmured.
In an unexpected act of kindness, he gathered me in his arms and tucked me in his lap as if I was a little girl and not a grown woman.
His arms circled around me and as I leaned against him, I couldn’t help but feel how very long and very hard he was beneath me.
I closed my eyes and my clit only continued to pulse harder. What if I just rearranged myself and took his cock out from his pants? Would he let me ride it?
Get it together, Natalia. Stop thinking with your goddamn pussy.
“Shhh. I’ve got you,” he crooned. I tucked my head into the crook of his neck, sniffling as my tears dried. His fingers petted my punished backside, almost as if he was offering relief even though he’d been the cause of it.
There was such tenderness in his touch that it left me reeling.
I should be angry that he’d torn my dress off, bared me, and spanked my bottom and my pussy bright red. I should be even more furious that he’d taken off his belt and whipped me with that too.
But I wasn’t.
The only thing that incensed me was that my punishment made me more aroused than I’d ever been in my life. I clutched at him and when I’d gotten a hold of myself, I made a choice of my own.
I resituated myself on his lap.
This time, I faced him. My breasts pressed against his chest, but it was my naked pussy against his cock that took my breath away. It felt just like I’d imagined it would and that only made me want it more.
I needed to come.