








Part 4/4 . The first strike made me gasp, finding fistfuls of sheets in each hand. The second had me moan, arching my back with the impact. The third made me cry out, half pleasure, half pain. The blows continued, each one leaving its mark. My cries became begs; for it to end or for more - I didn’t know. By the time the strikes subsided, I was reduced to a whimper, my quivering thighs barely holding me in my submissive state. The belt dropped to the floor, it’s loud clang quiet compared to your ragged breaths. I felt you kneel behind me, your breath hot over my now-throbbing cunt. I moaned as your tongue gently licked across each welt you’d created on my pale backside. “Good girl” you whispered as you tasted the wetness smeared between my legs.