“If you keep struggling, it will only hurt worse. If I have to tie you up and whip you, I will. Do not push me. Stop kicking!” I yelled, having lost all patience.
I brought my hand down on her bottom…hard, leaving a deep red mark on her pale skin. She screams louder, striking out at me with her legs as I continue to spank her.
“Okay, I guess we’ll have to do this the hard way.”
I sit her on the floor, go to the closet, and grab a tie. She is scrambling to get up, but her feet are bleeding everywhere, so instead, she drags her ass across the room, trying to get to the door. I don't know why she is making this much more complicated than it should be, but it is her choice.
I grab her by the wrists, pulling her up onto her knees. Yanking her tee shirt over her head, I removed it more forcefully than necessary. I threw it on the floor, leaving her completely naked and at my mercy.
I pull her arms behind her back, binding them, but not enough to cut off her circulation. I don't want her wriggling out of her confines. She is whimpering but no longer fighting.
I look down at her with a scowl on my face. She is still upright on her knees. I was going to put a pillow down for her to kneel on so she would be more comfortable, but I am so pissed I don’t even offer it to her.
“Lean forward, chest down, and open your legs."
Her face turned pale, and she started to shake.
My voice was deep and unforgiving. "I didn't want to do this, but you gave me no choice. I'll show you what happens to bad girls who don’t follow orders.”
She starts crying again, looking at me with remorse in her sad green eyes. “I am sorry. Please don’t do this!” she begged, sobbing loudly.
I don’t care about the waterworks. I only want to get her under control, into the tub, and put her to bed for the night.
“Your tears do not affect me. I said spread your legs, or I will do it for you. Be prepared, because this will not be pleasant.”
Her cries echoed loudly in the room, but she obeyed my command. She opened her legs, showing off that beautiful cunt. I pay no mind to the pink flesh winking at me. She is being chastised for acting like a spoiled princess. There's no time for pussy worship right now.
I did not hurt her, yet she continued to poke the bear. I removed my belt from my jeans. I hear her breath catch in her throat. Her body shakes with fear as she continues to sob violently. I know I am a sick fuck because it turns me on to see her in this state.
She yells loudly, making the hairs on my neck stand up.
“Pleeeeease don’t fucking hit me with that belt! I can’t take that kind of pain!”
Her pleas are turning me on, so I grab another tie from the closet and gag her with it. This isn’t the time for my dick to get hard and fuck her into oblivion. My focus is to stay in control and teach her a goddamn lesson. The sooner she knows who is in charge, the better.
I have a lot to do in the morning, and I have little time left to deal with an uncooperative imp. She turned her head to look at me. I can see the terror in her eyes, and for a split second, I get a slight twinge of conscience because she is, after all, my object of desire. My everything. The very oxygen I breathe,butshe needs to obey.
I dropped the belt on the floor and removed the gun from my waistband. I look over at her. She is still shaking uncontrollably. I don’t want her to think I am going to use it on her, so I unload the weapon immediately, putting the bullets and the gun in the safe behind my wall with all my other weapons.
I notice the relief on her face when I stand behind her again. I don't intend to use the strap on her right now. I do not need it to get the desired effect I am aiming for.
I move behind her, taking in the sight of her on all fours. I breathe in deeply, keeping my desire to whip the shit out of her under control. No matter how badly I want to make her squirm under my belt, I remind myself that she is still working through her ordeal, so I stay focused on using my hand only. It will hurt, but not as bad as the leather strap.
I rub her cheeks lightly, admiring the perfect little orbs. I can see the folds of her pink sex. I wonder if she is wet, but pussy adoration is for another time. I keep rubbing her beautiful, pale skin, getting her to relax a bit.
She isn’t crying as much.
I look down at her, taking in her perfect ivory cheeks once again, before turning them crimson red.
“Now, I want you to take your punishment like a good girl. I was kind to you all night, yet you insisted on pushing my buttons. You tried to run and then insulted me, not to mention lashing out at me just a few minutes ago. This spanking is for what just transpired between us. You will get what you deserve for trying to escape and not coming down from the tree when I told you to…. another time. This will hurt, so balance yourself as best as you can. The blows will behard, and remember this is your fault. I apologize, but you leave me with no choice. I own you, and you will obey me whether you like it or not.”
I heard a muffled cry before my hand came down hard on her naked ass.
Kitlyn
The blows kept landing in quick succession.
Whack…whack….whack….whack.
