He reached his left hand back for her hair, this time snaking his hand through the tangle of panties. The addition of his forearm tightening their hold to the point that the last several inches his hand traveled it dragged her wrists farther up her back. At the same time his right leg swept firmly over the back of her knees, drawing them together and down as he locked his right foot behind his left ankle. Her soft body tried to stiffen in an automatic response but it was too late. Helplessness filled her. She wanted to struggle and test his mettle, but she had asked for this. She was breathing rapidly when the searing stripe of pain ripped through her mind. She screamed into the bed. Her system went haywire and she fought to escape and tend the sensation. He kept her in place.
"Easy girl." He rested his hand on her. The belt resting across her. He did nothing for several moments. The pain settled and she breathe easier. "What do you say?"
"Sir, thank you, Sir."
She felt his hand and belt come away from her. She prepared for number two.
"Lovely red welting stripe across your ass." He said smiling. She could not see it, but she knew the tone of his voice and the man was smiling a wicked evil grin. He stroked the belt across her butt cheeks about two thirds of the way up her ass. The belt went away and the belt came down in the same spot with furious intensity. The pain ripped through her system again, her body bucked and she shrieked into the bed. He continued his grips and she remained as he put her.
She breathed through pain. A few deep breaths later, "Sir, thank you, Sir." She braced for the next strike. She yearned for it, the addictive rush of endorphins. The way her body craved this after, the way her mind achieved openness and clarity. Time passed. Her pain subsided from the initial strike and she relished the low murmur of pain from both strikes. She felt the leather stroke across her upper thighs. He tightened her legs more. Seconds later the third painful blow came down across her upper thighs. More tender than her buttocks her body railed against the pain with more strength. Strength he controlled, and kept her in place as she screamed. She registered her pain and tried to catch her breath. This took several deep breaths. When she felt settled, "Sir, Thank You, Sir." Her body was trembling again. When it had subsided, she felt the belt across the small of her back. She tensed. He had never struck her there. Pain came back into play as he gently ran two fingers across the first strike. "You have welted so nicely." He stroked it a few more times. She felt the pain of it in a soothing way. "This was to get you started." He stroked the second strike the second mark the same way. "This delineates the highest point I will strike you." He moved on to the third, stroking it more deeply. She winced from the pain, but consumed it as well, cooing after. "This is as low as I will go," he paused, "tonight." His fingers traced her thighs at the point where his leg overlapped hers. By the end of the weekend, you will be marked past this point. He stroked that line a few more times. "Well past here." He stopped. The belt was removed from her back.
At first, she thought the defined area a gift. Knowing what would be unscathed. But her mind, instead, focused on the area that would be fair game. Physically helpless by him and now mentally trapped in her own mind. What was left?
Pain was left, and once again it has left its mark on her. Very near the upper limit. She shuddered, screamed and breathed in deep. She was learning how to process this pain. Each time it was excruciating, but each time it had settled into the mass after pain radiating from his blows. "Sir, thank you, Sir."
An immediate strike just above his lower limit ripped through her. Her body much more responsive again. She held back her scream with a deep grunt and growl. She breathed in the pain and breathed out emotional toxins. She was getting into the zone of what she wanted and she relaxed deeper than ever before. "Sir, Thank YOU, Sir." This was less labored and sweeter. For the first time, genuine. Time passed and the next strike came close to the top again. She felt it, she winced slightly, and grunted. She breathed her "Sir, thank you, Sir." Her body left her. Her mind floating, but still in place.
He continued his up and down strikes, filling in the area he had identified. The more he stroked the more she became one with it. There was still pain, but it began to flow through her like warm water swirling about and leaving each time with her, "Sir, thank you, Sir." In almost dreamy voice now.
It took her a bit of time to realize her next situation. No fresh pain, just her floaty self. No words flowed automatically from her lips, he had stopped. She did not want him to stop, fear flooded her. "SIR!!" she yelped.
The leather stroked its way across all the existing marks. Slowly, shifting side to side as it moved bottom to top. Coming to rest once again in the small of her back. His fingertips now stroked and explored the various places without any pattern she could detect. "You have done very well. I am proud of you." She fed on his every word. She bathed in the sensations the stroking and scratching did to her ass and upper thighs. "But," he said driving all his fingers into five different marks. The pain filling in, sating an emotional hunger. "There are gaps between some of the marks." He traced a fingernail down flesh that did not cause pain. "I will not have that. I marked you from here..." he roughly fingered the lower mark, the third strike "... to here." Now fingering the second, uppermost mark. "To mark these points", he ran a finger down some of the unmarked areas quickly, "I will have to overlap the edges of these." Two fingers ran the length of two marks. The thought of his next strokes went straight to her sex. Dreamy became horny. "Sir, PLEASE, Sir."
The belt left her back. His hand released the pony tail, then grabbed it again a bit higher up and more firmly. His legs tightened around her and pain raced through her. Pain to a different level restriking existing marks. Her back arched, her legs fought, tears came to her. In her mind, she lapped it up like a kitten with milk.
Her pain was sweet and fulfilling. She drifted into it and hungered for more. But it did not come. Time had passed and the pain was subsiding. She needed her next strike... where was it... her scrambled brain ran through the overwhelming series of events. "SIR, THANK YOU, SIR!" she cried and the pain flooded her again. She drank deep from that glass. "Sir, thank you, Sir" as rapidly as she could form words. Tears flowed, pain enriched her and she lived to speak again, "Sir, thank you, Sir." She spoke these words several more times.
"You are amazing! My love." He freed his hands from her hair and woven panties and relaxed the grip of his legs. She spilled out onto the floor at his feet. Her hands freeing themselves and clutching his thigh as she went, like a drowning person needing something to save her. She held his thigh, caught her breath, kissed his thigh deeply and lowered herself the rest of the way to the floor. Her hands slid down his leg, never letting go.
Cold floor met flaming ass as she rolled slightly. The bit of shock brought her back to consciousness. She had to work out where she was and what she was doing. She opened her eyes, his ankle. She could then feel the top of his foot into her cheekbone. She moved, feeling the bit of drool that had congealed between them. She tried to push up but her hands were entwined. She glanced, her fingers wrapped tightly in her panties. It seemed vaguely familiar.
"You did that yourself." His voice soft and warm, almost inviting. She looked up at him wiping her mouth on her shoulder. Every move was painful. Taught muscles had to be told to relax. She found her legs locked around his other ankle. Her hands fidgeting out of the panties. "You kept saying 'never let you go' till you fell silent." She chuckled, but did not dare counter or doubt him. She had no idea what she had done in past few... minutes... hours.... could it be morning? She rolled again to right herself and the cold floor pressed into her hot ass. It was not morning. The pain was too fresh.
"How long was I out." Nothing. She looked at him. He stared down darkly. "Sir, please, Sir, Forgive me, sir." She kept painfully unfolding herself until she was near upright, with the support of his leg to lean into.
"You are beautiful." He said softly.
