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..."
Jennifer opened her eyes and peered down at the number on the scale. Not only had she failed at losing weight, the number was higher than what she had started the week at. The disappointment in herself was overwhelmed only by disappointing her master yet again.
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THWACK!!!
Now it was starting to hurt...the stinging turning into a searing heat that was all-consuming.
Brad stepped back to admire the red welts starting to rise across the now-bright pink cheeks of Jennifer's ass. Each time he swung the belt at her, the sound of leather on skin sent a sharp crack through the room, punctuated only by her whimpers and soft sobbing. He didn't like humiliating her like this, but...what was it going to take for her to learn?
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"You know what to do...."
With a nod of compliance, Jennifer reached down and slid her panties off over her hips, stepping out of them and handing them in a wad to her Master. She then walked over to the bed and grabbed a pillow, setting it down on the mattress in front of her. Without looking at Brad, she spread her legs apart on the floor and bent herself over the edge of the bed, exposing her ass to him and laying the side of her face on the pillow.
"Open your mouth, pig!",
he commanded, and forced Jennifer's panties between her parted lips, using them as a humiliating gag.
"Don't say a fucking word to me! You are just disgusting."
Brad stepped back and unbuckled his belt. She closed her eyes and could hear him slowly and deliberately sliding it out through the loops in his jeans. Though she knew what was coming, she also knew 'what was coming', and she felt her stomach tighten and a wet twitch in her cunt.
THWACK!!!
The initial impact of her Master's belt lifted her up onto her toes with a prickling, sting. Jennifer bit down hard on the panties in her mouth—burying her head deep into the pillow, trying desperately to hide behind her mane of flaming red hair.
"You couldn't even lose one fucking pound for me?"
