First time taking the Belt - Sex Stories

First time taking the Belt

... arms, so slight a touch I feel a shiver run through you. As my hands move to your stomach and inch up towards you breasts, I again whisper in your ear. “Why did you come here today, Claire, what do you want to happen now? “ “You know what I want, god you know what I want.” As my hand reaches your breasts, I take your nipples between by fingers and thumb, and start to squeeze “Tell me again, Claire, Tell me why you have come to me today.” Your breathing becomes heavier, as you start to feel the pressure on your nipples get harder. “I want to be hurt Sir, I want to be hurt, and degraded, and humiliated by you Sir.” I feel your whole body relax as you say the words, as if by voicing them out loud you have dispelled the nerves of the situation, and now only have the anticipation and excitement in your thoughts. Harder still on your nipples I pinch, “You want to be hurt, Claire, you want to be degraded, you want it or you need it?” Your voice has a tremble to it as I begin to twist your nipples “I need it Sir, please Sir I need it.” “Good Girl. We cannot do everything today, Claire, but we will make a start. I am going to give you what you crave, Claire, I am going to take my belt to your arse and your breasts, and maybe to your pussy. If at any point it gets more than you can handle your safe word will be Red and I will stop. Other than that I will ignore tears or cries to stop. Do you understand?” “Yes, Sir, I understand.” With that, I move you so your hands are on the wall, ...

... either side of the mirror, leaning forward, your arms stopping you from falling forward. Now I can see your face as each strike of the belt lands, and so can you. Stepping back I remove my belt, thick, leather and heavy and fold it in two in my hand. I can see your eyes watching me in the mirror and I tell you that I am going to hit you in groups of four, three light but quick and the fourth hard. I see you nod your head and move to your side to begin. As promised the first three to your arse are light, I know they will not hurt much, a mild sting, but I hear you moan, a moan of years of need finding release. As your moan quietens I strike for the fourth time, so much harder. The belt makes a crisp crack as it lands across both cheeks of your arse, followed by a scream from you as your knees buckle and you fall to the floor. I leave you to rub your arse for a second, before taking a grip on your hair and forcing you back to your feet. “Get back in position now, you still have four sets of four to come and I will not wait all day for you.” A sob escapes your lips as you once again stretch out your arms and lean against the wall. The second you are in position, the next three land, again light but directly on the mark left by your first heavy stroke. Another muffled cry comes from you but changes to a full wail, as the belt lands hard again on your arse, even though I have made sure to avoid the previously hit area. Again you fall to the floor and again I allow you a moment before ...