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I slammed my lips shut, vowing to myself to keep quiet while also knowing it was going to be one of the hardest things I’d ever had to do in my life.
He didn’t wait for me to catch my breath, either. Maxim let his belt fly again, and another line of fire joined the first two, the three welt lines crossing in a perfect pattern that was going to hurt for a very long time.
I was able to keep quiet that time, but the pain was almost more than I could bear.
Each lash sent a sharp, searing pain across my skin, a raw and merciless sting that quickly transformed into a burning sensation. Instinctively, I reached back with both hands to touch my ass, hoping to soothe it better. My fingers brushed against a raised welt, hot to the touch and incredibly tender.
Maxim quickly wrapped one hand around both of my wrists, easily pinning them to the small of my back. I tried to fight him, but he was so much stronger than me, especially in this position.
My entire bottom tingled, a mixture of pain and pleasure swirling together and settling deep in my core.
“I can’t have you reaching back to block the belt, little girl. I don’t want to hurt you. The belt is meant for your naughty little bottom, not for those pretty fingers of yours,” he said softly.
I hated how I kind of loved that. He didn’t want to truly hurt me.
Because he cared.
I pushed that extremely dangerous thought away and lifted my chin in open defiance. I wouldn’t stand for this. I was a proud girl getting her bare bottom belted and I needed to take back a little power for myself, so I provoked him some more.
“Fuck off. Do your worst,” I said, the pain of the belt giving me a sense of false bravado.
In retrospect, it was foolish.
Very, very foolish.
Maxim let his belt fly once again, the crack of leather against flesh ringing through the air and then a loud gasp burst out from deep within me. I slammed my lips shut, but I quickly realized that I was only going to be able to keep quiet for a few more strokes at best.
The belt struck again, this time across the center of my bottom, and the pain was so intense that I couldn’t stop another gasp from escaping my lips.
Maxim didn’t give me a break either. His belt crashed down again and again, covering my ass with myriad welts.
Every blow was met with a yelp, a moan, or a gasp and after only a few strokes, the burning pain across my ass had grown to an almost unbearable level, but still it went on.
Again, the belt struck.
Again, it took my breath away.
Again, pain seared across my bottom.
I quickly realized something else. Those first few strokes of the belt had simply been warning strikes. He was thrashing me so much harder now and a whimper escaped me as he started anew, beginning from the tops of my cheeks and continuing all the way down to the middle of my thighs. Those stung the worst, but it soon grew hard to tell which ones hurt the most because my whole ass was on fire.
It burned and burned, the pain increasing with every stroke until it felt like my bottom was thoroughly scalded.
I’d long lost my vow to keep silent.
I howled.
I cursed.
I pleaded.
I begged.
I screamed.
Still, Maxim kept on lashing my bare bottom with that horrid piece of leather.
It felt like an eternity had passed, but still, the spanking didn’t end. It seemed as though it was going to go on forever and I knew without a doubt that he was going to decide when it was over, no matter what I did or said, or even if I cried or screamed.
