First time taking the Belt - Sex Stories

First time taking the Belt

... may not move until both sets are complete, or we will start again, we will start with your breasts.” I take a step back and look at you, your face smeared with mascara from your tears, some spots on your breasts where the tears have fallen there too. Lifting the belt, I strike your right breast, making sure to hit the nipple as I do. It was harder than the previous light strikes to your arse, and you groan from the sting once more. Immediately I repeat the action on your left breast before striking for the third time from the side, connecting with both breasts. The fourth strike also is from the side, and is the hardest blow yet. You scream and take a step back, but manage to correct yourself and remain where you were. Already your breasts are turning red from the belt, and I wish to myself that I had said we would do more to them. With two paces, I am stood behind you, and almost before you know it, three strokes of the belt have landed. I pause, with one last blow remaining. I can see you trembling as you know there is one more to come, one hard one. I move my arm, the belt whipping through the air, landing hard across both cheeks, a loud slap as it connects. Your back arches and your head snaps back, as you scream in agony from the blow. I throw the belt onto the bed and walk to the table to get my drink. I turn and watch you, struggling to come to terms with the pain you are feeling, struggling to resist the urge not to move your hands to rub your marked arse. Putting ...

... the glass down, I instruct you to drop to your hands and knees and to come and kneel in front of me. I grin as I watch your breasts sway below you, as you slowly advance, unable to look at me as I smile. When you reach me I tell you to stay on your knees, but face away from me and put your head on the floor. As you move into this position your arse is raised to me, and your cheeks open, exposing your hole to another person for the first time. I take a couple of pieces of ice from my drink, and leaning forward begin to run them over the marks on your arse. A low sigh escapes your lips as the cold and wet soothes your pain. Looking at you there I cannot resist, and I move one cube of ice to your arse hole. Immediately you tense, but after a second I feel you relax and I keep the ice there, pressing against you. With one hand I rub your arse, soothing you, and slowly with the other I force the cube inside you, making you take something there for the first time. When the ice on your marks has melted, I stand, walk to the bathroom and begin to draw a bath for you, making sure it is not too hot. I then walk back to you, bend down and pick you up in my arms. I carry you to the bath, and slowly lower you into it. Gently and quietly I bathe you, bringing you back to a normal state. When you are clean and relaxed, I lift you out of the bath and dry you with a towel before taking your clothes off the hook and slowly dressing you back into your office suit. When you are fully dressed, I ...