Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Stuart folded the belt in half, tapping it lightly against his palm. My eyes were riveted to the movement, my breath coming in short, shallow pants.
“Take off your dress,” Stuart commanded.
With shaking hands, I reached for the zipper at the back of my dress. I fumbled with it for a moment before managing to pull it down. The fabric whispered against my skin as I let the dress fall to the floor, pooling around my feet. I stood there in just the bra, garter belt, and stockings that Stuart had sent, a present that a greedy boy hadn’t been able to wait to start unwrapping. I thought of my tiny panties, in his jacket pocket. My hands balled into little fists as I fought to keep them from moving forward to hide the smooth, bare cleft of my much too needy pussy.
Stuart’s eyes raked over my body, his gaze hot and appreciative. I felt my nipples tighten under his scrutiny, and a fresh wave of arousal flooded my core. Again I felt the urge to cover myself, to hide from his intense stare. But a deeper, more primal part of me reveled in his attention, suddenly wanting to display myself for his pleasure.
The first girl he’s told the doorman about. It seemed such an odd thing to feel pride about, but I did.
“Pile two pillows in the middle of the bed,” Stuart instructed, his voice low and commanding. “Then lie over them. I’m going to whip you now.”
My heart raced as I moved to obey, grabbing two plump pillows from the head of the bed. With trembling hands I arranged them in the center, acutely aware of Stuart’s eyes on me. I could feel the weight of his gaze as it traveled over my nearly naked body, lingering on the curves of my breasts and hips, the roundness of my bare bottom, framed by the white suspender straps.
As I bent to position the pillows, I felt the cool air against my exposed sex. I blushed fiercely, knowing Stuart could see how wet I was, how ready my body was for whatever he chose to do to me. I bit my lip as the realization brought a new surge of need thrilling through my pussy.
Once the pillows were in place, I hesitated for just a moment before I climbed onto the bed and draped myself over them. My tummy crawled with fear, and getting my punishment over with suddenly seemed the only available option. I thought of Grace and Georgette, of all the New Modesty girls who learned their lessons this way, corrected by their suitors’ firm hands and stout belts. Over the pillows, my bottom raised and presented for Stuart’s attention, my breasts pressed into the soft bedding, I turned my head to the side, resting my cheek against the cool sheets, and waited.
I heard Stuart move behind me, the soft whisper of his footsteps on the plush carpet. Then I felt his hand on my lower back, warm and steady. His touch sent shivers through my body, and I had to fight the urge to push back against him, seeking more contact.
“You look beautiful like this,” Stuart murmured, his fingers tracing the curve of my spine. “So obedient, so ready for your punishment.”
I whimpered softly at his words, squirming slightly against the pillows. The position pushed my hips up, making me even more aware of my exposure. I could practically sense Stuart’s gaze on my most intimate places.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, thinking of how submissively Mandy had said, Yes, miss, to me. My turn had come around again, to be punished and used, in what suddenly began to seem to me a kind of infinite game.
Stuart’s hand left my back, and I heard the soft snap of leather as he adjusted his grip on the belt. My whole body tensed in anticipation, every nerve ending seeming to tingle with a mixture of fear and excitement.
“I’m going to whip you until I’m satisfied with the state of your backside,” he told me. “There’s no need to count. You were a naughty girl and you didn’t take off your panties when I told you to. Now you’ll learn obedience the hard way.”
CHAPTER 21
Melissa
Stuart brought the belt down across my upturned bottom with a sharp crack. I gasped at the sudden, stinging pain, my body jerking involuntarily. Before I could fully process the sensation, another stroke landed, slightly lower.
I gritted my teeth, determined to take my punishment stoically. But as Stuart continued to whip me, the pain built rapidly. Each lash seemed to ignite a fire across my skin, the heat spreading and intensifying with every stroke.
At first, I managed to stay mostly still, only small gasps and whimpers escaping my lips. But as the whipping went on, I found myself struggling to maintain my position. My hips began to twist and squirm, instinctively trying to avoid the punishing blows.