"Say 'Now mistress,' I commanded."Say 'Now mistress,' I commanded. "N-now, mistress," she nervously whispered, not having any idea what she was saying "now" to. "Close your eyes!" Hardly were they closed than I gave her right buttock a good, hard stinging slap with the palm of my right hand. She winced, and her mouth opened, but she remained silent despite the pain. I did it again, quickly, three times in succession, each slap helping to redden the area beneath my palm. Still she said nothing, obviously having braced herself for the mild punishment. Her tenacity annoyed me. I picked up the belt next to me, doubled it over once more in my fist, and brought it down hard and firm right across the crack of her ass. This time she yelped, falling forward slightly. "That's better, bitch," I said. "I want to hear it when it hurts! Silence tells me I'm not hurting you enough." I gave her another good, hard stroke, across her left globe, and she gave off with a nice, loud "AHH!" punctuated by a quick gasp of breath. "It does hurt!" she cried. For the next ten minutes, I alternated between spanking her ass with the palm of my hand and using the belt to my heart's content. I gave her little rest between strokes, only pausing from time to time to gently stroke the reddened, streaked skin with my fingertips. I particularly enjoyed the way her ass rippled whenever I used the palm of my hand on it. She seemed to be able to take all I could give her...and more. Her gasps and moans were for my benefit only. I didn't seem to be hurting her much at all. Her buttocks were well-reddened after 15 minutes of my labors. The knuckles of her hands, which continued their grip on her ankles, were white from loss of blood, in stark contrast to her crimson face. She looked so sexy, bent over like that in front of me, the pretty light-colored curls of her pussy peeking out from between the 'V' of her partially spread legs. |