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On the first shot

Eric said nothing more. He simply pressed my forehead down there and repeatedly shoved the belt down my ass.

On the first shot, I clenched my jaw and pressed my hands below my knees so I couldn't grab the belt.

On the second and third shots, I squirmed as I cried and cried on the carpet.

Fourth shot, and I tried to use my hands to block his belt by covering his butt. My fingers graze the swollen whips.

On the fifth, sixth and seventh, he kept my hands on my belt.

The eighth and ninth hits made me scream and gasp.

He paused for a moment, just long enough for me to say how sorry I was, that I would obey, that I would be obedient – I promised. A few more whips and he seemed satisfied at last.

He let go of my arms, but I knew better than to follow that instinct to get up. I hooked my wrists and kept them at my waist, just like he did. I hear his laughter against the background of my incoherent sobs and sniffles, and for some reason my body relaxes a little.

“Very well, Kitten,” he
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