She looked back over her shoulder and watched as he slid his belt through the loops of his jeans. Oh god, Karla, what the hell have you gotten yourself in for?
He folded the belt in half as he stepped to the side of her, his hand on her waist, holding her in position. Before she could yell stop, she heard the swish of the leather belt slicing through the air and felt the stinging bite as it smacked across her a*s cheeks. She cried out and gripped the metal shelf tighter, her knuckles turning white. She saw stars and lights in her vision as the pain exploded within her. She had no time to think about it as another swing of the belt fell across her a*s. And another. She screamed and tried to wiggle out of his grip. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please, stop!”
“I thought you wanted to be punished?
