She stands there in front of him, in her grey, satin nightie and nothing else, raising an eyebrow, looking in his eyes, waiting to see what he'll do or say. She knows what she wants him to do and say and, more importantly, she knows that *he* knows.
"On your knees, Alya," he says without breaking the eye contact. His desire for her rages in his mind and his cock but he'll not let her see either... yet.
With a slight smile, still looking deep in his eyes she slides down till her knees touch the floor.
"Arms behind your back."
She straightens her back with her tits pointing up as she moves her arms behind her back, holding hand in hand. She is anxious but excited, not knowing exactly what is in store for her.
He fetches a 6 foot length of soft hemp rope and begins tying her arms tightly together, pulling her shoulders even further back.
She spreads her legs wider so her knees are further away one from another, adjusting her position as she feels him tying her up. Her nightie is hiking up a bit as she looks back at him.
He thinks how lovely she looks, kneeling and submissive, as he picks out a belt and swishes it through the air a few times walking behind her.
She keeps looking back into his eyes keeping very still.
"Are you ready, Alya?"
"Yes, you can check it out how much," she says pointing to her crotch with her eyes then looking back in his eyes. He decides against it, not wanting her to feel his touch there yet.
He swings the belt, landing a blow on her right butt cheek over her nightie.
She jumps with the slap and moans out loud and biting her lip looking up at him still.
He stands just to her side, one hand on her shoulder, swinging the belt, letting it land on alternate sides of her barely covered ass.
She continues looking up into his eyes moaning, still kneeling, feeling a shiver going down her spine each time he hits her.
He stops and bends down to hike up her nightie and see how it's going.
She feels cold air on her ass which has turned pink at places he slapped.
He touches, rubs, and gropes her ass, leering at the beautiful round flesh.
She breathes harder, feeling his touch, wondering if he will touch her where she wants to be touched.
"Let's try the other side."
He stands on the other side of her and lets the belt land between her legs... not gently, but not as hard... this time.
"Awhh," she moans out loud jumping a little as she can't move a lot in her position.
He can see first signs of her pain in her eyes, making him smile and brings the belt down again harder.
"Awwwwwwwwwwwwww," she screams, tears rolling in her eyes but she doesn't stop looking in his eyes. She feels her juices flowing down her inner thigh.
He lands three quick strokes with the belt between her legs.
She screams out, large tears are dripping down her cheeks, feeling her pussy burning, tossing her head back, and biting her lip.
He lifts up the front of her nightie to see how it looks now as she breathes hard biting her lips. He sees the reddened flesh and the wetness dripping down her legs and breathes heavily, filled with lust.
Her chest moves up and down heavily, her body starting to shiver.
As he turns, she can feel his throbbing cock against her bare shoulder through his jeans.
She looks into his eyes as he exposes her, moaning out as she feels his fingertips brushing against her sensitive places. She lets out another moan, feeling his touch, looking at his face with her wet eyes.
He pulls up her nightie and tucks it under her bound arms, reaching down to grope and caress her ass again, licking his lips.
"Count the strokes for me, Alya. Are you ready?"
She nods, breathing in hard.
He begins to bring down the belt in a steady rhythm.
* SLAP! * 1 * SLAP! * 2 * SLAP! * 3 * SLAP! * 4 * SLAP! * 5 * SLAP! * 6 * SLAP! * 7 * SLAP! * 8 * SLAP! * 9 * SLAP! * 10
The thick leather belt smacks against the bare skin of her exposed ass, the cheeks growing from pink to red as the strokes continue.
* SLAP! * 11 * SLAP! * 12 * SLAP! * 13 * SLAP! * 14 * SLAP! * 15 * SLAP! * 16 * SLAP! * 17 * SLAP! * 18 * SLAP! * 19 * SLAP! * 20
His breathing becomes heavier and louder as his desire for her builds.
She moans louder and louder, finally screaming each time he hits her before gasping out the number, as her body starts to shiver.
He grabs her hair and bends her over so he can reach different parts of her better
She breathes sharply, moaning out loud as he yanks her hair.
He begins to slap the belt against her inner thighs, getting as close as he can to her, literally, dripping pussy.
* SLAP! * * SLAP! * * SLAP! * * SLAP! * * SLAP! * * SLAP! * * SLAP! * * SLAP! * * SLAP! * * SLAP! *
"Awwww! Awwwhhh! Awww," she screams, tears rolling down her face as she feels her skin burning and the pain sends shivers down her spine.
He stops and moves around to the front, roughly pulling her nightie up and holding it up, exposing her pussy and breasts. He winds the belt around his hand a few times and begins to use it against her breasts.
* SLAP! * * SLAP! * * SLAP! * * SLAP! * * SLAP! * * SLAP! * * SLAP! * * SLAP! * * SLAP! * * SLAP! * * SLAP! * * SLAP! * * SLAP! * * SLAP! * * SLAP! * * SLAP! * * SLAP! * * SLAP! * * SLAP! * * SLAP! * * SLAP! * * SLAP! *
"Awwwww," she yells in pain now, tossing her head and arching her back. "Aawhh! It hurts you fucking bastard," she sobs.
He drops the loops from his hand again and goes back to slapping her pussy with the belt.
* SLAP! * * SLAP! * * SLAP! * * SLAP! * * SLAP! * * SLAP! * * SLAP! * * SLAP! * * SLAP! * * SLAP! *
She jumps up with each hit, sobbing in pain, making her arch her back as he hits her harder. Her pussy is so wet that it makes each hit hurt even more.
He crouches down in front of her.
"Enjoying this, despite the cries of pain, aren't you, you dirty slut."
He can see tears rolling down her eyes, and pain on her face but he sees desire there too, lust and passion.
He shoves his hand between her legs and pushes three fingers roughly into her dripping pussy.
She moans out loud, arching her back as he pushes his fingers inside her, moaning as he moves them inside her and panting looking at his face close to hers.
He pulls his fingers out and holds them in front of her.
"Suck them clean, slut.... do it."
She leans in and licks over the border of his fingers looking in his eyes then wraps her lips around them, sucking on them, moving her head slightly back and forth as she does.
"Mmm, you're good at that, I wonder how you'll be at sucking something bigger and thicker than fingers."
He pulls his fingers out of her mouth and stands up.
She moans as she hears him talking to her like that, feeling her pussy just dripping more.
"Yes, you really are. Kneeling there with your legs spread wide practically begging to be fucked. Letting me beat you like this... and loving it... you're a naughty little whore. Well, you can show me how good a whore you are now."
He stands up directly in front of her, his crotch right in her face, his cock straining against his jeans.
"Well, you dirty whore... you can tell how much I'm enjoying this too. What do I want, Alya?"
She looks at him and the tent in his pants then back into his eyes and says, "you are perverted little bastard. Beating helpless, tied up girls make you harder than anything, doesn't it?" She raises an eyebrow.
"Oh, there are other things that make me hard... but this is a favorite. Now, tell me what I want, Alya, since you can read minds."
Kneeling there, face covered with trails of her tears, hair messed, body red and bruised, nightie hanging around her hips exposing most of her body, kneeling with legs wide apart, making her unable to move away, and hands tied her back tightly, making her shoulders stretch painfully, not giving any support, she looks up into her eyes bravely and says "to do, what I owe you, sir" with slightly evil grin in the corner of her lip.