Page 88 of Hushed

“Yes, Sir,” she said. “I’m good.”

He landed another blow, and she hissed, rising halfway off the table. But then he dragged the belt between her thighs, and the stinging pain sent shock waves to her clit.

“You’re doing good, sweetheart. Keep it up and this will be over soon.”

The belt crashed into her skin two more times, and she stamped her foot on the floor as her skin burned. She wanted to reach back and rub the spot so bad, but she refrained.

“Eleven to go,” he said as he traced a finger over a fresh welt.

She did the math. Eleven plus the four she’d already taken meant fifteen on her bare ass in all. It seemed like a lot, but he’d given her more than that for her first spanking.

When the next one fell, it hit her in the crease of her ass where it met her thighs, and it brought actual tears to her eyes.

“Are you going to tell me where you’re going from now on?”

Another painful strike bit into her tender flesh as he spoke. “I swear,” she cried as tears splashed on his dining room table.

“Good girl. You’re taking your punishment well. I’m proud of you.”

“Can it be over?” she whimpered.

“You know how to end it, Kenz. Otherwise, you’re taking the rest of these.”

For some reason, using her safeword seemed like the coward’s way out. He paused for a minute, giving her ample opportunity. But she couldn’t do it. She wanted to see this through to the end. Stubbornness was definitely baked into her DNA. Sometimes, it was a good thing, and other times it got her into unpleasant situations like having a belt flying towards her ass at lightning speed.

The thick leather marked her skin in the same spot three more times, and she squealed and gripped the sides of the table. “Fuck!” She cried as she stomped both feet a few times.

“Safewords aren’t a bad thing, Kenz,” he murmured as he caressed her. The belt dragged through her slick folds again, and she relaxed as the stimulation dulled the fire currently raging across her upturned ass.

“I’m good,” she whispered. “It’s supposed to hurt, right?”

“Yes, but it’s not supposed to be unbearable. I need to be sure that you can tap out when it’s too much. You know your body best, and you have to communicate.”

“I will, I swear.”

“OK. I’m trusting you here.”

This time he moved away from the awful place he’d been targeting, and the belt slammed into the center of her ass. It still hurt like a bitch, but there was something more pleasant about it this time, and it occurred to her that if she could get even the slightest bit of friction on her clit, she would explode right there on the dining room table.

“Are you still sorry for worrying me?” he asked as he lined the belt up for another swat.

“Yes, Sir. I’m so sorry. I’ll be good and not worry you anymore I promise.”

He chuckled. “I know you will. You’re a very good girl. Sometimes you just need a reminder that you’re not on your own anymore. You belong to me, and that sometimes means getting your ass whipped for fucking up.”

The belt landed several more times against her skin, and she lost count, but the pain and the arousal between her legs became too much, and she shouted her safeword.

Gage dropped the belt and laughed. “That was your last one anyway, sweetheart. But I’m proud of you for being able to use it. Come here.” He helped her up and pulled her into his armsso she could cry against him. Her tears didn’t last long this time, but it was cathartic to let go in his arms. When she lifted her head, he handed her a tissue, and kissed her gently.

“You did so good.”

She squirmed as he cupped her ridiculously hot ass and tried to squeeze her legs together.

He pushed them apart again and cupped her pussy. “Are you trying to get yourself off?”

She bit her lip. “I need to come, Sir.”

“Do naughty girls who worry their Doms deserve orgasms?”

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