THWACK!!!!
The pain in Jennifer's ass resonated through her hips and legs in a hot, stinging wave.
"You fat pig...you disgust me."
Brad's voice while not angry, was commanding, while implying a sneer of repugnance to it.
"I only asked one thing of you...and you couldn't even follow through with that."
THWACK!!!
The leather belt came crashing down on her ass once again, sending the hot, searing jolt of pain unfurling inside her. Jennifer winced in response, stifling a cry but unable to prevent a tear from welling in the corner of one eye.
"I don't understand why you find it so hard to follow directions. You're nothing but a worthless whore. Are you TRYING to test me?"
Unable to speak, Jennifer shook her head no in response to her Master's question. She tensed once more in anticipation.
THWACK!!!
Again, the belt struck a blow against her tender skin...harder this time. The tear that had gathered in her eye ran down her nose, followed by another. Jennifer buried her head in her pillow waiting the next swing of her master's belt.
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She knew ahead of time this was coming. Even before Brad walked through the door that afternoon, she knew she hadn't been dutiful enough to follow through his orders. Before he walked out the door for work that morning he had warned her.
"I'm going to weigh you when I get home tonight, and if you haven't made progress you will be punished."
If the stern look in his eyes wasn't enough, the expectation in his voice had sent a strong message for her to stick to her diet for the day...to exercise hard enough, to drink enough water, to stay on focus enough to lose the pounds she so desperately wanted to lose. She knew his approval was riding on her success. And yet...and yet it hadn't been enough. Another slice of leftover pizza, another slice of cake...instead of using it as inspiration, she had once again succumbed to stress-eating. And so she failed. Once again, she failed. Standing in front of her mirror, long natural red hair cascading over her shoulders unable to conceal what she saw looking back at her. A fat pig.
When her Master walked through the door that afternoon and found her in the kitchen, she could feel his disappointment even before he spoke.
"Well? How'd we do today? Did my fat whore actually do what she was supposed to do for once?"
He walked close, put his hand on her shoulder and contemptuously spat,
"Come on....let's go."
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THWACK!!!
Another powerful blow of soft leather stung the taught skin of her backside. She could feel it in her toes.
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Brad had walked Jennifer to the bedroom in silence. She desperately didn't want to let him down, but she knew in her heart what the outcome would be.
"Strip".
The word sent a shiver through her, and she silently kicked off her shoes and slid out of her clothes while he watched. Standing exposed in front of her Master like this, just in her bra and panties felt vulnerable, yet she was not fearful. She turned to meet his eyes.
"Get on",
he commanded. She stepped onto the scale, closing her eyes for the inevitable. For what seemed like an eternity, the room was filled with silence. Her Master's exhale came out almost as a snort.
"Look at that. Is that what you call discipline? You're nothing but an ugly, fat whore. Are you happy with yourself? Open your eyes and look at that..."
