A Subs Life (Story 1) ✔️

7-Belts & Backseats

~Caroline~

I sat in the bedroom for what seemed like ages. Brushing my hair, staring at my naked body in the mirror, pouting when two matching hand prints on either one of my creamy cheeks began to fade. I knew that I was playing with fire, teasing him, laughing...but I just felt so playful today. I should be kneeling in front of Sir, apologizing for going out near dark with now phone or car and playing in the shower. I didn't really like belt spankings I just liked the idea of it. Clearly, so much that I had to get off in the shower.

Finally after sitting on the end of the bed, impatiently shaking my leg I got up and went to the bedroom door. Knowing my luck Sir would be standing there when I opened the door just a hair. Thankfully he wasn't and I could hear him talking from the front of the condo, "I just have a few things to take care of today and then I will come in."

"Sure, I will have everything ready for you meeting with Mr. Kelley." Ugh, his sleazy little assistant, Allison. Couldn't she have just called him? No, because she has a little crush and if she got the opportunity to be around him she would. I didn't know why. Literally, Allison was with him six days a fucking week for eight hours.

"Thank you, Allison." Sir replied and after they exchanged a few more words I could not quite make out, the front door shut. For a second I just stood there, forgetting that I was eavesdropping. Hastily, I shut the door and ran back to the bed. A second later Sir was coming into the bedroom. He had his belt in his hand and I rolled onto my stomach, sacrificing my ass to it. When he stopped at the end of the bed I looked up at him and he down at me. It took everything in me to hold back a smile. "You've never fancied my belt before, Caroline." His dark handsome face had a rather quizzical expression.

"Well, I have been a bad girl, Sir. I must be punished, right?" I asked, with the bite of my lip, I playfully I kicked my legs back on forth, feigning innocence that was not there. His eyes widened a little and he looked down at me as if saying, You're asking for it. I knew that I was compounding my punishment when I should be trying any and all to mitigate it. Did I crave a whipping that much? I wanted to be punished. I wanted to appease Sir. Always, forever, however he wished. That carnal look in his eyes of nothing but promise that he was about to have my ass made me...smile.

He was standing so perfectly still. So very still that when he raised his belt it was like a volcano had come out from thousands of years in silents to suddenly erupt. The sound of the belt landing across my skin rang out. My smile disappeared and I closed my eyes, taking in the sting, the tingle, the little painful sensation that was very bearable. I expected them to rein down in a unremitting flow but none came and I suppose Sir was observing me. Looking over the pink stripe I knew that had arose on my ass and getting pleasure from wondering what is was going to look like when he was done with me. I slowly lifted my lids to look back up at him, into his dark and insatiable eyes. He had his 'No game-playing' face going and I knew playtime was over.

"You need more." He stated, words flowing in a deep growl from the depths of his chest and my belly turned over. 'Yes, yes, yes, more please!' I wanted to shout but if I did so he would probably terminate. I didn't have a say in the matter, It hadn't even been a question.

Slowly my eyes fallowed him until he was out of site, behind me. A sharp exhale left me when he grabbed onto my hips and pulled me over the edge of the bed so that I was bent, ass waiting, willing, to his disposal. I pressed my face into the soft, silky material and dug my fingers into the sheets, ever so slightly lifting my ass in the air.

Then the leather struck my ass again, harder, both enjoying the sensation and wincing from the sting. A whimper escaped my lips when the belt licked my soft sensitive flesh again. I pushed myself further back, seeking the next one, despite the heat of his strokes. I glanced back at the red , darkening stripes across my ass and as I looked further back he was rising his arms again. "Are you going to remember to call me next time? Are you going to remember to take your phone?"