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“Daddy, nooooo!” Her legs kicked, and she squirmed under the hand I placed on the small of her back, pinning her in place.

“No more secrets from Daddy,” I told her, ignoring her pleas and wriggling. “And you need to start doing what Daddy tells you to do.”

“I won’t! I will!”

“Good. This will help you remember that.” And I swung the belt.

The sharp crack of leather against flesh was immediately followed by her wailing cry.

Ivy

That hurt so much more than it had any right to. His hand was already hard as wood, but the belt was worse. There was a line of burning fire across my bottom where it had landed, covering way more area than his hand could, and going deeper than it felt like his hand ever had.

Tears sprung immediately to my eyes as I wailed, my fingers grabbing hold over the covers and holding on for dear life. It took everything I had not to reach back and put my hands over my butt, but I knew that would only make things worse.

And I really didn’t want it to get worse.

Crack!

The snapping sound of the belt was almost as bad as its bite and I cried out again, my toes curling, pressing my face into the bed to muffle the sound. The wet of my tears was against my eyes and cheeks as they soaked into the bed. It felt like my bottom was on literal fire.

And he didn’t stop.

The belt came down again and again, his hand holding me in place while I cried and kicked and finally couldn’t stop myself from reaching back to try and cover my burning cheeks. Not that it stopped him. He just took my wrists in one hand and pinned them in the middle of my back before getting back to his work.

I lost count of how many times the belt landed after six.

It felt like it covered every inch of my bottom, all the way down to my thighs.

The one right over my sit-spot, where my pussy wasn’t completely protected, hurt the most, and Daddy actually paused after that one to rub my bottom and give me a moment’s break.

“Almost there,” he murmured, making me want to wail again.

What did he mean almost?

I was already in shambles. It was a good thing I’d fallen in love with the big brute, or I’d have to poison him at the very next opportunity. And somehow I already knew there would be plenty of opportunity… and that I wouldn’t take it.

The belt came down three more times, crossing the horizontal lashes that had already been laid. The entirety of the bed beneath my face was now wet with my tears as I cried piteously, sniffling.

Only then did Daddy stop, and I went limp, panting for breath, hoping that he was done.

“Good girl,” he said, and my whole body flushed with warmth as he patted my bottom. Even that little pat made me tense and whimper.

Worse was when I felt his fingers touch my pussy. Despite the pain from his belt—or maybe because of it—I was wet… and I moaned as he slid a finger inside my needy pussy.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Tomas

I now had a bright-red flower instead of a pale, creamy one. Her buttocks were thoroughly welted, the stripes showing clearly in some places, but too overlapping in others to see the individual welts. All the fight seemed to have gone out of her – but not the desire.

Her pussy was swollen and slick, and she moaned as I slid my finger into the narrow space, teasing her senses. Unfortunately for her, her pussy was not the destination I had in mind for my cock. I wanted to ensure that she had thoroughly learned her lesson.

But I could still enjoy the wet heat of her cunt for a few moments before I shifted my focus… stir her senses. I didn’t want this to be all punishment and pain. So I finger-fucked her for a few minutes, until she was lifting her hips for the thrusts and moaning.

Only then did I pull my fingers free from her pussy and move them north to the crinkled rose of her anus.

“Oh no, Daddy!” She squealed as I pushed my slick fingers into the narrow space, stretching the tiny hole open. It didn’t look nearly big enough to take my cock.