Page 32 of Conquering Claudia


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Finally she yelled, “Yellow!”

He stopped instantly.

“Too much, baby?”

She groaned. “We didn’t negotiate golden showers.”

He chuckled. “No, in fact, we did not. Alright then, back to hurting you, my girl. And there’s the matter of punishment for allowing the flogger to fall. Ten strikes with the leather paddle.”

He used his hands again to start, smacking her ass, pinching her thighs, and she squirmed and panted this time. He was damn pleased with himself for getting her there.

He switched to the leather paddle and smacked the full flesh of her ass with it.

“Count it out for me.”

He smacked her ass, and she said, “One.”

He smacked her again and again, and she counted as he hit her gorgeous ass with the paddle.

“Two, three, four… oh!”

“Oh, what?” he demanded.

“Oh… five.”

He struck her harder and harder, until her panting breath became a ragged sound as she counted, then turned to groans in between the panting.

“Six, seven, eight, nine… fuck!”

“‘Fuck’ is not a number, Claudia,” he told her, thoroughly enjoying himself. “Give me the number or you’ll get five more.”

“Ten. The number is ten, Sir,” she gasped.

“That’s better. But it came a little too late, my girl.”

He set the paddle down and quickly slipped his belt through the beltloops of his jeans, doubled it over, and keeping a firm grip on it, he smacked her ass with it, the wide leather strip landing across both cheeks.

“Ah! Fucking god damn it!” she yelled. “What was that?”

“Oh, you think you get to make demands now, do you?” he asked her.

“Um… no. No, Sir,” she said, but it ended on a small giggle.

“And now I’m funny?” he demanded, grinning.

“No, Sir! I mean, yes, Sir. I mean… ugh!”

“‘Ugh’ is right,” he said before landing another blow with the thick belt across her ass.

“Ah!”

“You did say you liked my leather belt.”

“I did? I must have been… wrong.”

“Really? But it leaves such lovely marks. You should see your ass right now.”

Her skin had turned the prettiest shade of pink, with the two wide red lash marks from the belt standing out, welts rising. He ran his hands over the heated flesh, then pinched it, making her flinch.