Consequences Of Her Action
WHACK!
The excruciating pain in Jennifer's buttocks pulsated through her hips and legs in a scorching wave.
"You fat slob...you make me sick." Brad's tone wasn't venomous, yet authoritative, laced with a sneering disgust. "I merely asked for a simple thing from you...and you couldn't even meet that request."
WHACK! The stiff leather belt fell on her buttocks, igniting a searing spasm of pain within her. Jennifer grit her teeth, trying to muffle her cry but unable to stop a tear from trickling from the corner of one eye.
"I fail to understand your inability to comply. You're worthless and repulsive. Are you TRYING to test me?" In silence, Jennifer shook her head no to her Master's question. She prepared her body once more to endure the subsequent stroke.
WHACK! The belt found its target once again, this time with more force. The tear that had accumulated in her eye ran down her nose, followed by another. Jennifer shoved her head into the pillow, anticipating the next alarming strike of her master's belt.
She had known this moment was coming. Even before Brad entered the house that evening, she had realized that she hadn't been diligent enough to follow through with his orders. Before he left for work that morning, he had warned her. "I'll weigh you when I get home tonight, and if you haven't made any progress, you will be punished." If the disapproval in his eyes wasn't blatant enough, the stern determination in his voice left no doubt: concentrate on your diet, be diligent with your exercise, drink enough water, and focus. She knew his affection was at stake. Despite all that, she faltered. Once again, she failed. Standing in front of the mirror, her vibrant red hair cascading about her shoulders, she couldn't suppress the loathsome image reflecting back at her. A gluttonous slob.
As Brad walked through the door that evening, the disapproval etched on his face made itself known before he spoke. "So, how'd things go today? Did my pathetic slut finally follow through and do what she was supposed to do?" He walked over, planted his hand on her shoulder, and scornfully uttered, "Let's go."
WHACK! The sting from the soft leather stripe bit hard into the taught skin of her behind. It was palpable all the way to her feet.
Brad led Jennifer to the bedroom without uttering a word. She wanted to please him, but in her soul, she knew this was the outcome.
"Strip." The word evoked a shiver in her, and she silently discarded her shoes and peeled off her clothes to stand in front of him only in her bra and panties, feeling exposed and vulnerable yet not fearful. She met his eyes. "Lie down." He instructed. She unwillingly removed her bra, placing it beside him, then shifted the pillow in front of her on the mattress, facedown. Spreading her legs apart and bending over the side of the bed, she displayed her buttocks to her Master.
"Open your mouth, swine!" he commanded, and shoved Jennifer's panties between her lips as a degrading gag. "Don't utter a sound! You're despicable." [
WHACK!!! The pain intensified, the stinging turning into a burning deep within her.
Brad took a step back and assessed the merging welts across the now rosy cheeks of Jennifer's behind. Each time he swung the strap at her, the loud crack of leather upon skin pervaded the room, punctuated only by her sobs and whispered cries. He hated humiliating her in this manner, but...what would it take for her to comprehend?
"You're supposed to know what to do..."
With a nod of agreement, Jennifer pulled down her panties to slip them off her legs, holding them in a scrunched-up wad in her hand and handing them over to her Master. Without looking at Brad, she placed a pillow in front of her on the bed's surface and spread her legs apart on the floor, then positioned herself over the edge of the bed, exposing her ass.
Brad stepped back and undid his belt. She shut her eyes and could hear him slowly unbuckling it, sliding it out through the jeans loops. Even though she knew what was following, she also knew what 'what was following' meant, and she felt her stomach tighten while her pussy became moist.
CRACK!!! The initial impact of Brad's belt against her skin made her feet leave the ground momentarily. Jennifer bit down on her panties in her mouth, pushing her head into the pillow, attempting to conceal her fiery red hair. "You couldn't even lose one fucking pound for me?"CRACK!!! Another swat of the belt that took her breath away. "Seriously?"CRACK!!! The smack struck once more. "You're a repulsive, fat cow and a whore!" He uttered like a disgruntled voice beside her head. Jennifer nodded her head in submissiveness. Brad merely shook his head.
The hit after hit from his belt seemed neverending...so many that she'd forgotten the score. With each loud buzz of leather, the sting, the swelling, the burning on her ass was more severe. Jennifer couldn't help but sob into her pillow. She didn't know if it was the physical agony of her punishment that made her cry or the sweet emotional release that accompanied it.
Or her aching cunt.
Certainly her cunt was soaked. She was convinced that each spat of the belt created a direct link to that bundle of nerves between her legs. As much as her ass throbbed from the welts, her clit was convulsing with sexual arousal.
Brad knew this as well. He watched the stream of lubrication flow out of the base of her thighs and detected her specific smell in the air. Although it took lots of self-control to discipline his slave like this, Jennifer's longing for the situation was so palpable.
Overwhelmed by fatigue, Jennifer sensed Brad's belt fall next to the bed. A small break in the whips sustained her bruised body for a second. She could feel the cooler air of the room gently caressing her tender, throbbing buttocks, allowing them to cool slightly. She breathed in deeply through her nose, muffling her panties deeper into her mouth. She knew to not pull them out before he allowed it. This too was part of her punishment.
She could hear his footsteps slowing down from across the room. Opening their dresser drawer, she could sense him rearranging the clothing pile. Once he returned to the side of her bed, she could hear the opening and closing of a bottle. A faint clink rang through the room, teasing Jennifer's muscles. The silence alleged that he had done what he intended to do.
Jennifer knew.
"If you're going to be a whore, then I might as well treat you like a whore." His spiteful words reverberated through her. "Spread your legs!", he ordered her. Jennifer automatically guessed what to do next, with her hands extending towards her ass cheeks, pushing them open for her Master. Her last form of punishment. Her Master's reward.
With a width-cracking-open bang of the bottle cap, Brad dripped a cold, wet stream of lubrication into the furrow of her exposed buttocks. The massive dissonance of the cool liquid on her still-hot, aching ass made her wince...but she embraced it. A loud, sloppy squeeze of his slick, spongy crown seeped lube into her tight opening.
"Wider!" He roared, suddenly, commanding her to widen her spread. Jennifer willingly pushed her fingers into her flesh, opening her cheeks further for him, displaying her ass for his use.
"Yeah! You're a whore all right. MY whore!", he snarled, his cock steering into her anus. The sharp pain made her squeak. Her instincts fought with her desires, both to escape from the pain but to stay and accept the pleasure at the same time. "What does it take for you to understand my commands, you fat beast? Huh?" All Jennifer could do was groan, as he shoved deeper into her. Even with the copious lubricant, his spongy crown filled her, occupying her back passage completely, invading her, hogging her supremely heated, feeling ass.
"Wow, it's so big." She mumbled to herself as the pain faded to merely discomfort with each thrust. As each thrust plunged deeper inside her, the discomfort transformed into that exquisite blend of pleasure and pain she desired every time her Master claimed her buttocks this way. "His" buttocks, she admitted to herself. The more intense he pounded, the further he pushed, the more emotions he drained from her, the more her anus cried out in pain. She loved it. She loathed herself for it too. Was it feasible she was intentionally sabotaging her achievements just because she craved the torment? It wasn't completely implausible.
"What will you do, slut? Will you start listening to me? Will you start obeying instructions?" With every question, Brad's penis pressed against the contours of her buttocks, completely engulfing her. It was beyond her ability to keep her attention on the task of answering.
"Yes, Master." She gasped, each word of the response drawn out.
"That's right, you filthy beast. You revolt me. You fester me. I'm not asking you to shed weight, pig...I'm COMMANDING you to shed weight. Do you understand?"
"Yes (UGH.......), Masterrrrrr (UGH)"*, she gasped, her breaths coming in fits now.
Finally, Brad plunged his penis into her as hard as he could and remained motionless, deep inside her. The sudden eruption sent her over the edge of the approaching orgasm that had been gradually intensifying inside her since the first touch of the belt. Jennifer let out a shrill cry through the trapped layers of her underwear as she climaxed, wave after wave of blissful pleasure jolting her body. It took her enormous effort to maintain her balance atop the mattress's edge.
She took a few deep breaths and he caught his. Brad's still-twitching cock slowly slipped from Jennifer's trembling anus...her opening still gaping from his reprimand. A viscous thread of sperm dripped from the opening onto the floor. She smiled to herself. She'd certainly feel his impact the next day. Oh, yes she would. She cherished the anticipation of it.
"You start anew tomorrow, pig......" and he stepped into the bathroom to clean himself, closing the door behind him.
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- My Close Friend, a Female, Fondled Me
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- Listening to Their Groans: The Complete Narrative
- Slim, Youthful, and Well-Endowed in Part 2
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