First time taking the Belt - Sex Stories

First time taking the Belt

... dragging you up. The next set of three land on the red mark indicating where I have just hit you, and the fourth hard one lands directly on the spot where the first heavy blow struck. You crumple to the ground once more, and the tears start to flow as your hands rub your painful arse. I leave you there and move to collect the two glasses of water from the table. Once I have taken a sip, I carry one glass back and stand behind you, waiting for you to get up. Eventually you rise, and I tell you to turn and face me and then offer you the drink. This is the first time I have looked directly on your naked front, and I make a point of examining you, inspecting your breasts and pussy as you drink. The former embarrassment seems to have gone, and now you almost revel in displaying yourself to me. I stand directly in front of you and look you directly in the eye, as I move my hand to your pussy. I see you blush again as I discover how wet you are. I tell you to keep drinking slowly till I tell you to stop, and as the glass goes back to your mouth I take one of your pussy lips between my fingers and start to squeeze and pinch. I smile as your spare hand grabs my arm as the pain makes you rise up onto the tips of your toes, and I see the glass move away from your mouth as you cry out, spilling water down yourself. My fingers release you and the tears come as the pain increases swiftly as the blood runs back in to your lips. I move my fingers to your clit, making sure I have a good grip ...

... on it. “No please sir, not my clit, that will be too much, please don’t.” “You stopped drinking, Claire, this is your punishment. Now I am going to squeeze your clit hard, and as I do you are going to count out loud to fifteen, and between each number you will say the word Sir. If you lose your place or pause during it, I will tell you and you will go back three numbers and continue counting. I will not release you till we get to fifteen. Do you understand?” “Please don’t, Sir, I am sorry I stopped drinking, I can’t do this, Sir.” “Start the count, Claire.” I begin to squeeze your clit between my fingers and thumb, and hear you quietly start to count. One Sir, Two Sir, Three Sir.. You collapse against me, holding on to me, your face buried in my neck, but still the count continues, ragged and slow. I know you are struggling and in severe pain, so I ignore a slight pause on seven and slowly we reach fifteen. As I release your clit I feel your knees go weak, and you begin to sob uncontrollably. I hold you to me, stopping you from collapsing, and keep you there, as I feel the tears fall on my neck, soaking my collar. The sobs running through your entire body eventually subside and I relax my grip on you, till you are standing freely in front of me. I take both your hands, lifting them till they are on top of your head, and step back, once more reaching for the belt. “You still have two sets of four left, Claire, and I am going share them between your arse and your breasts. You ...