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shout at him, and it sounds like an expletive. He hits me
again, and the pain pulses and echoes along the line of the belt. Holy shit… that smarts. “Two!” I
scream. It feels so good to scream. His
breathing is ragged and harsh. Whereas mine is almost non‑existent as I
desperately scrabble around my psyche looking for some internal strength. The
belt cuts into my flesh again. “Three!”
Tears spring unwelcome into my eyes. Jeez – this is harder than I thought – so much
harder than the spanking. He’s not holding anything back. “Four!” I
yell as the belt bites me again, and now the tears are streaming down my face. I don’t want
to cry. It angers me that I am crying. He hits me again. “Five.” My
voice is more a choked, strangled sob, and in this moment, I think I hate him.
One more, I can do one more. My backside feels as if it’s on fire. “Six,” I
whisper as the blistering pain cuts across me again, and I hear him drop the
belt behind me, and he’s pulling me into his arms, all breathless and
compassionate… and I want none of him.