He folded the belt in half, grabbing the knook with one hand and the two ends with the other. He brought his hands together, causing the belt to curve into two arches, one pointing up and one pointing downwards.
"Get ready you little brat, I am the boss tonight." He said, punctuating the statement by rapidly pulling his hands apart so that the belt folds slapped shut with a loud cracking sound.
She jolted slightly at the implications of that sound. Already her rear was burning with angry heat at the punishment it had taken, but there was something so perfectly devilish about her exposed backside being helpless against his thrash. She couldn't wait to receive more.
"I guess your poor hands must be sore if you have to use your belt!" She teased, knowing precisely the reaction she would draw from him.
As expected, the belt came whipping across her ass, making an even louder slapping sound against her plump cheeks. She squealed at the pain then let loose a playful growl, her inner jungle cat emerging once more. She did so enjoy challenging and pushing him.
He gazed upon the solid red line he had left across her ass and his arousal pushed a drop of precum from the head of his throbbing shaft. He felt the wetness seep into his underwear but that only turned him on more. Marking her skin as punishment for her bratty behaviour was deeply satisfying to him and he wasn't done yet.
He lashed a few more times, each strike drawing more throaty mewling from her. She was beginning to settle into a rhythm, waggling her hips slowly side to side as if to mesmerise him. He could smell the wetness of her pussy, the sweet scent wafting up to his nose and bringing out a deeply primal part of his psyche. He exhaled heavily from his nose as he breathed.
Quickly refocusing himself he took a moment to calm down, leaning in to kiss the back of her thighs. For good measure, he gave her a sharp bite every now and then to stop her from getting too comfortable.
"Mmmm" She purred as his nose and mouse teased ever northward. The smell was even stronger now and it held a power over him that he could not explain - he MUST have her, he decided. She wanted nothing more than to be roughly taken, and he was bloody well going to fulfill her dreams.
He stood up, allowing his primal energy to feed itself, a tension spreading across his shoulders.
"It's time your bratty holes were exposed. How much did these panties cost?" He demanded.
"More than you could afford..." She responded with a husky voice. It had the desired effect.
He grabbed the back of them roughly and hoisted upwards, pulling the front part tight against her belly and pussy lips and causing her to gasp at the sudden pressure. He saw one of her pink lips squeezing out from the side of the material and gave her a quick slap with his free hand.
It wasn't enough for him. He took the waistline of the panties in his hand and ripped them in one powerful motion. Releasing this bestial side of him felt sooo freeing and powerful, and his inhibitions fell further.
She turned to see what he was doing and her eyes found him giving the soaking wet, ruined knickers a sniff. She smiled wickedly, seeing also the bulge of his manhood trying to escape it's prison.
"You owe me for those!" She teased.
"No I don't. This is your doing, this is what you wanted isn't it naughty girl? Be quiet and take your punishment."
