Page 7 of Blood
I don’t have to wonder long. He runs something over my punished ass. It’s thin, warm. Maybe leather?
“This is my belt. This is what naughty girls get.”
Oh, fuck.
I could barely take his hand spanking me. But even as I start to panic, my body has a mind of its own and my hips lift, ready for him.
The belt lifts away from my skin. I’m nowhere near ready when it lands a blow with a crack. My ass is on fire. It feels like a thousand bees stinging all at once.
I let out a scream. This is way beyond what his hand delivered. I’m writhing on his lap. Tears are falling freely now. That was just a taste?
He rubs the belt over my underwear, then along the skin of my thighs. It feels like the spot he struck is forming a welt already. “If you lean over the couch like a good girl, you get ten. If I have to hold you in place, it’s twenty, and we’ll take your panties down for that. Think carefully, princess.”
Tears are running down the tip of my nose and falling to the floor. I don’t answer right away, and he gives my bruised ass a squeeze.
“Are you going to hold still for me, baby?”
I whimper but nod. I don’t know if I can hold still. I’ll try, though. Anything to make this torture end. I can’t fathom how much worse—and more humiliating—it would be with a completely bare ass.
He tips me up to stand, then pulls me to the arm of the couch and presses my shoulders down. My body is shaking.
“I’ll count them for you this time.”
I can barely hear him as he brings the belt down over and over. He doesn’t pause, and the pain grows as he hits the same spots again and again. It’s agonizing and humiliating all at the same time. It’s all I can do to stay still, at least at first.
By the time it’s done, I’m sobbing and limp.
“Good girl.” He drops the belt and runs his hand over my punished ass.
I want to hate him. I do. But when he calls me a good girl, something in me blooms. All those years of seeking approval from my parents, my brother. Years of trying to be good, to make people in my life proud… The praise shoots right to my core, where it runs right into something else that’s brand-new to me.
My pussy loves the pain, and it’s dripping with arousal.
6
Wolf
Shelooksdefeated.Shehasn’t moved from her position over the arm of the couch, and she’s still sniffling, although the tears have stopped. I didn’t take it easy on her; I need her to listen, to understand that I’m in control here. I need her to behave, for her own protection.
I’m not even certain what our game plan is here. I’ve gotten completely away from the way I’d planned for this job to go, bringing her up here. To be fair, this job went off the rails the minute I saw her. I wish I could say it was just her body that made me change course, that I wanted her. I do, but that wasn’t it. There was something in those vulnerable eyes of hers when she saw Bobby’s corpse. Something that made me think of my sister, the fact that I couldn’t protect her, and the need to protect this girl.
If she knew the truth, I’d never get her to trust me. These methods might not gain her trust, but they’ll gain her obedience, which is close enough for now.
I’m impressed that she held still for the belting. I’m not usually one to resort to corporal punishment outside of a consensual relationship, but I didn’t have any better ideas that would gain her obedience without actually harming her. Based on her reaction when I started her punishment, I’d guess that she’s never been spanked in her life.
There’s a little spark of pride, too, that swells in me that I was her first. In this, anyway.
While I watch, she shifts, her thighs pressing together, putting pressure on her clit. I smirk to myself. She may not even realize it just yet, but her body likes the pain.
A spanking is supposed to hurt, especially a punishment spanking, and God knows a belting can hurt like a bitch. But your ass has nerve endings everywhere. The flip side of pain is pleasure. The two meld together for a lot of people, one enhancing the other. Lots of people enjoy playing with the pain.
I love the challenge of getting a woman off with just a spanking or flogging. But this wasn’t one of those times. This was punishment, pure and simple, meant to hurt and not much else.
I’m not so sure there was nothing else there, though. I can only see a tiny bit of the wetness on her underwear, but it’s there. A little patch of her arousal seeping through the cotton panties that are still on display. She squeezes her thighs together again. I’m not sure she even knows she’s doing it. I hide my grin. She’s turned on.
I slide my belt back into place and buckle it before I move away. She’s still lying over the couch through all of this, breathing heavily. Her sobs have faded into hiccups. They’re adorable.
I resist the strong urge to pick her up and cuddle her on my lap, because she’s not mine to comfort. This wasn’t for fun. Her punishment was meant to prove a point. To keep her in line, for her own safety. She can’t get out of this cabin on her own, but I can’t spend all my time keeping her in line.
