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.