Page 35 of The Count

“I was still deciding how to handle you at dinner, but you made the decision for me when you slapped me, didn’t you, little girl?”

“Yes, sir,” I squeaked.

“I had thought you might just need a spanking over my knee, but you need much more than that, don’t you?”

I couldn’t say anything. I nodded into the bed, too overwhelmed to speak.

“The sight of you bare and waiting for a belting with your soaking wet pussy on complete display tells me that you need this, my little girl.”

“Please,” I begged.

I wished he would reach between my legs and touch me. I arched my back so that my bottom lifted, spreading my legs slightly so that he could see everything he wanted to see.

“You will be fucked after your belting, but you’re going to be fucked the way very bad girls are fucked, little girl.”

My entire body shivered. I didn’t quite know what that meant and the mystery of it made it even hotter. His fingers finally dove in between my legs, and I couldn’t keep my shocked moan from escaping me. One digit dragged over my clit, and I sighed with absolute pleasure.

“Please, sir,” I begged.

Much to my frustration, he pulled his fingers away. I would have whined out loud, but the quiet swish of the leather strap cutting through the air caught my attention only fractions of a second before it slashed across my bottom.

The sound of it whipping across my bare flesh was as loud as a gunshot. My mouth opened in disbelief and a shocked cry escaped me. At first, I thought the noise was the worst part, but then the stinging line of fire followed.

It wasn’t instantaneous. Gradually, the line of fire worsened, growing hotter with each fraction of a second that ticked by.

There was no getting used to it because the next painful lash quickly followed.

And then another.

And another.

I tried to tell myself that I would remain stoic, but by the time the fifth stroke lashed my bottom, I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep that promise. His hand on my back pressed down harder, holding me in place for what was to come.

I chewed the inside of my cheek, grabbing onto the blankets of the bed beneath me in hopes of holding on as if they could offer me some sort of protection or comfort.

I had thought his palm was cruel, but it was nothing compared to this.

The stinging from the belt was intense. No matter how much I tried to squirm away, the count found his mark every time. I yelped and cried, but it did nothing to dissuade him.

If anything, it was probably making his cock harder.

My pussy tightened at the thought.

He whipped the tops of my cheeks, slowly working downward to the lower curves of my backside. I hoped he would stop there, but a part of me knew that he wouldn’t.

When that terrible strap first lashed the tops of my thighs, I wailed out loud, the sting more brutal than I could have ever imagined. I reached back without thinking, and he diverted his arm to cause the belt to land harmlessly on the bed rather than my fingers.

“Hands behind your back, little girl. This is a punishment that’s supposed to sting, but I don’t want to hurt you,” he explained.

I whimpered as I slid my arms backwards. He captured both of my wrists and pinned them behind my back.

“That’s a good girl,” he praised, and my heart pounded. Unconsciously, I raised my ass and he groaned in appreciation.

“Please, sir… I need…” I pleaded. My entire body was flushed with heat. For the first time, I was thankful for the fact that I was naked. I didn’t know if I could take the fabric against my skin right now. Already, a few droplets of sweat were threatening to fall at the edges of my brow.

“I know, sweet girl,” he answered.

The belt whipped me hard and fast after that. It was ruthless and there was nothing for me to do except take it, over and over again. My entire focus centered on my bare ass and that thick stinging strap.

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