Good.
The next one hit the meaty part of her shoulders, followed by the back of her thighs and light swats on her calves. Shepulled subtly against her restraints but didn't call out. She did, however, squirm, her hips trying to find some friction. I wondered how wet she was. Would I slide right in? I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, needing to concentrate on the here and now; otherwise I’d embarrass myself.
The light swishes of the crop cut through the quiet as it peppered both ass cheeks until she was nice and warmed up, slipping her into the headspace I wanted her in. When her breath found its rhythm, I set the crop aside and reached for the belt, snapping it behind her.
The crack of leather through the air made her jolt, a small gasp escaping before she could stop it.
Leaning in, I gripped her hair in my free hand and tugged her head toward me, stopping about an inch from her ear.
"So fucking beautiful." Her body eased at the words, the tension melting just slightly beneath my hand. I slipped the belt around the front of her neck to see what she'd do. Just enough for her to feel the weight. No pressure, no danger, only the thought of what could be. She gulped, stilling. I didn't tighten it but pulled back slightly. Her body trembled as I ran my hands down her torso and between her thighs, to her warmth.
She sucked in a breath when I ran my fingers over the damp fabric. She liked this. Oh, the things we’d explore together.
"I'm going to mark you with my belt, then I want to reward you.”
"Yes, Sir,” she said.
I stepped back again and took her in. God, she was beautiful. Her skin flushed a lovely shade of pink, the faint lines from the crop already swelling. I couldn’t wait to see the marks my belt would leave.
"I'm going to give you ten." She had done nothing to warrant punishment, at least nothing she knew of, but this wasn’t about that. It was about trust.
She whimpered, and I paused.
"Color, Pet?"
"Green, Sir."
She shifted a bit on her heels, and I swung, hitting the fleshy part of her ass, followed by a matching one on the other side.
I watched her reaction to see if it had been too much, appreciating the welts forming on her ass. The next two were faster and harder. She tensed, and I paused until she relaxed again before I gave her two more.
“Yellow,” she sobbed.
The belt hit the floor before the last syllable left her mouth. I was next to her in seconds; the world narrowing to the sound of her breathing.
I was beside her instantly, one hand steadying her while the other brushed the hair from her damp cheek. I uncapped a bottle of water and brought it to her lips.
“Drink.”
She obeyed, still trembling, water spilling over her chin. I wiped it gently with my thumb.
“That’s it,” I murmured. “Good girl. Breathe. You’re safe. Tell me what you need.”
She inhaled shakily. “A minute, Sir.”
She leaned into my hand as she steadied her breathing. She took one last breath and righted herself, nodding.
"Four more?" she asked.
"You up for it?" I needed to be sure—that she wanted this.
She wet her lips with her tongue. "Yes, Sir."
This was a surprise. There was a quiet strength in her—one I hadn’t fully accounted for.
I caressed her back, moving down to her ass, squeezing it. She moaned. I nuzzled her neck before stepping back and picking up the belt.
My cock pushed against the fabric of my pants. It had been ages since I’d done this, and something about Mira was different. She wasn’t just any submissive.
