Chapter Four #3
“Straighten your legs,” he boomed. “If you black out, I’ll only revive you.”
When I simply hung there by my arms, he continued.
I heard the next blow before I felt it; the belt cut the air with a whistling sound before landing across my thighs.
I struggled to get away. I moved this way and that, nearly pulling my arms out of the sockets as I twisted away from the blows.
But time and again they landed on my skin.
I screamed so hard, for so long, that I was unable to take in air.
He brought the strap down with impossible force as he whipped my ankle.
I immediately straightened my legs to rub my ankle with my other foot.
He whipped at my calves as I jumped up and down trying to alleviate the pain.
I picked up my feet, attempting desperately to rub away the sting.
I never felt pain like this. I never dreamed pain like this was possible.
My entire body tingled and throbbed and itched with pain.
“Please, God, stop!” I shrieked. He hit me across my lower back. I thought I might faint.
“No…not God. Try again.” A torrent of blows came crashing across my body. I wailed and shook. I writhed as I pulled on the bed trying to get loose from my bonds.
“Master,” I yelled, “Master!” It hit me then, like the lashes he dealt out, as I screamed that hideous word, Master. He had finally won. I’d been wrong, the pain wasn’t better. Oh God, anything but the pain.
“Finally,” he said grimly. “But don’t think you’re done, not even close. You have plenty to atone for.”
I cried harder than I ever had in my life. Tears got sucked into my lungs, sobs caught in my chest. More? I can’t take any more.
“Please, Master. Please, no more.” He paused long enough to pull my panties down.
They were so drenched with sweat they stuck to my burning skin.
I panted against my forearms, he had to stop.
He had to. Was he trying to kill me? He cast the panties aside and pressed his fingertips to the welts across my backside.
I moaned. He stood up, and brought the belt down across my buttocks, making a wet slapping sound.
“Much better,” he said. “Every time you feel my belt I want you to tell me why you deserve it.” The belt landed with so much force across my butt that it wrapped around to strike between my legs.
I clutched the bedpost in my hands pressing my face against my forearms, biting down against the pain.
I could not search my mind fast enough to answer him, all I could do was scream and beg him to stop.
“Do better,” he said and whipped me behind my knee.
“I’m sorry I hit you!” I screamed; it was the only thing I could think of.
“I hit you…what?” he growled. The slaps came so fast I lost track of how many. I bucked and screamed under the strap that beat me.
“That I hit you, Master. I’m sorry.” It was a game, I knew that now. If I forgot to say ‘master’, he hit me several times; otherwise, he only hit me once.
By the time it ended, my throat was raw, my body burned, and the word “Master” came easier to me than crying.
My hair was strewn everywhere, sticking to the sweat that covered me from head to toe.
My knees had given out on me during the beating.
I hung by my arms, panting for breath. He was panting, too.
He grabbed a brush from his bag and I whimpered.
“Please, no more…Master, please, no more.” My voice rasped weakly, but he heard me.
“Shhh, Pet.” He brushed my hair back gathering it in a bun on the back of my head. He gave me water as well, as much as I wanted. Most of the water dribbled down my body but it felt so good I found myself spilling it on purpose.
I shook violently as I was untied. It was only a matter of unclasping the chain from the straps and untying my forearms, but as he unleashed me, he also unleashed an all new pain.
I collapsed onto the floor and rolled onto my face.
The prickling of the carpet tortured my skin.
I yelped at the feel of his fingers digging into my abraded flesh as he lifted me.
The comforter was much different. It felt cool, inviting, and I writhed against it, lifting my backside into the air. I didn’t care about what I looked like anymore. I had no decency or shame. He misted my body down with water and all I could do was moan.
“This is going to hurt a little but I promise you’ll feel better when I’m done.”
My body tensed. I pressed my buttocks together, afraid he wasn’t done with his belt yet. I flinched when his hands made contact with my wounded flesh. He rubbed me down with cold cream, the feel of it so delicious I leaned into his hands as he put it on. I was sure he broke skin in some places.
I wanted to cry when he stopped, but didn’t.
He lay down next to me, his face close to mine, but I did not turn away.
I stared him directly in the eyes. But when he smiled, it was warm, inviting, kind even.
Somehow, and against all odds, it still reminded me of the first time I met him. I shut my eyes.
Exhausted, I fell asleep again. This time I did not dream.