Chapter 15: Start of Something dark
"YESTERDAY, you hit me really hard and you have this look on your face, you look unhinged like a beast about to strangle me to death. Y..you frightened me!"
She clenches her fists and glances away from him.
He opened his mouth and tried to speak but nothing came out. He stares at her face and her cheek starts to bruise and notices her hands clenched.
"She looks like a cat left outside in the rain, she’s upset and terrified." He thought to himself.
"I feel uncertain, my face stings, but I don’t understand my feelings..." She says while pacing the room, her arms crossed.
"It won’t happen again. I promise," he says.
"You don’t understand!" She roared.
"Tell me what you want and we’ll do it." He says thinking that she’s about to say goodbye to him.
"Do it again." She says with eagerness in her voice.
He was dumbfounded and thought he had misheard.
She then repeats her sentence, "Do it again. I want you to do it again. Hit me, hit me hard, as hard as you can!"
She says while holding the collar of his shirt.
"So you want to be punished?" He asks.
She nods. "Yes, punish me."
He grins at her mischievously, holding her neck, and then pushes her to the table. In a domineering cold voice, he ordered her to bend over and spread her arms on the table.
He walks circling her, then grabs her thighs and spreads them.
"Look down and don’t look at me. A bad girl like you doesn’t deserve to see me." His aura becomes darker each time he gives her an order, but she’s willing to follow his commands.
He started undressing her forcefully, ripping her clothes to shreds. "Don’t move," he yells at her while pinching her waist. She bites her lower lip while her arms tremble.
He did not stop until she was naked, he started slapping her on the butt using his hand and he did not hold back. Her butt cheek had his palm print.
She moans loudly after receiving his first slap.
She then hears him rummaging through the cabinets and taking out something. She’s about to glance at him. "Stay still," he yells at her.
"Have you been hit by a belt before?" he asks while removing his belt.
In a low soft voice, she says, "No!"
WHACK — WHACK — WHACK — WHACK
She yells in pain, her butt cheeks sting at first, but after a while, she feels the warmth spreading into her rear. Her butt cheeks are red and swollen, with palm and belt marks all over them.
Her legs wobbled slightly and she started to struggle to maintain her position. Her vision was a bit blurry as tears began to form.
She feels damp and the liquid is starting to drip down her legs. He notices it and roars at her, while roughly pulling her hair. "Did I allow you to finish?"
"No," she says with a shaky, low voice.
"No, what?" He asks, then to put the belt around her neck.
"No, Daddy." She responds
He tightens the belt and she begins to choke.
"Wrong! Call me Sir. Daddy is nice to you, Sir is not." He says.
"So.. sorry Sir!"
He then removes the belt from her neck and hits her with it on her back.
The pain stunned her, she wanted to scream but nothing came out. She then fell on the floor, while breathing heavily.
He grabbed her by the neck to pick her up and sat her at the table. Her swollen warm rear felt the cold surface of the table and let out a low gasp.
He then looks at her with a darkened expression on his face, then says in a deep menacing voice, "Are you a good girl now?"
She sniffed and lowered her head, then responded with, "No, Sir!"
He liked what he heard and continued to punish her. He slaps and pinches her chest, making her moan and sit up straight.
He then orders her to touch herself, while he sits on the bed and watches her intently.
She had never touched herself before, since he took care of her physical desires. There was no need for her to do it.
She touches her chest and plays with them. His gaze makes her uncomfortable. She looked away from him, and soon after she heard her husky voice:
"Did I permit you to look away?" His gaze radiates an intimidating aura.
"No, Sir."
She stared at him again, her face red like a tomato, her ears burning in embarrassment.
He stood up and walked towards her. He then showed the things he got from the cabinet. They were clothespins.
He grabs her chin and then squeezes her cheeks tightly.
"Show me your tongue."
She opened her mouth and let her tongue out, then he clipped it with clothespins. She felt immense pain from it. She starts to breathe heavily, and her eyes start to water, but he does not stop there. He also clips her nipples with clothespins.
She began whimpering in pain, tears ran down her face, and she started drooling. He then whispered and asked her again, "Are you a good girl now?"
She shook her head vigorously.
She can no longer form words due to the pain mixed with the pleasure she’s experiencing.
Her response made him smile devilishly. He then combed his hair using his hands and told her:
"Spread your legs, touch yourself, and don’t stop till I tell you to stop."
He took a chair and sat near her to watch her closely.
While her tongue is now numb, she feels the sting on the clothespin clipped on her nipples.
She closes her eyes and starts slowly caressing herself, imagining he’s the one touching her. She inserts one of her fingers inside and moves it gradually, she starts moaning softly and her legs start to close.
He observes her intently, while slowly undressing himself. The sound arouses him, the sight satisfies his kink and boosts his ego.
She whimpers loudly and he detects that she’s about to reach her limit. He then removes the clothespins from her chest and licks her nipples, then stops her from touching herself.
She calms down a bit but he then enters her forcefully, making her legs tremble. He removes the clothespin from her tongue, then he sucks on it while his hands pinch and slap her chest.
Her mind is a blur and she can’t process the overflowing pleasure she’s experiencing, she lost total control of her legs and she almost fell off the table. Fortunately, he’s holding her thighs as he thrust roughly into her.