You came home two hours after you said you were going to and you didn’t call. You stink of booze and cheap perfume.
Deep down you knew she’d give you the belt but you didn’t care.
Now the morning after, hungover and fearful you’re in position astride the arm of the sofa, bare bottom presented for punishment with your hands on your head. She’s taking her time with the lecture, going on and on and on and on. You just want to get it over with as it’s humiliating bending forward like this, spreading yourself for her.
I’m a minute she will commence your punishment and it will probably go on for half an hour or more. This is the thrashing she’s decided you deserve so this is the severe thrashing she’s going to administer.
Howl all you want. Buck and squeal and scream and grind yourself into the sofa all you want: there’s nobody else home and the neighbors can’t hear you being taught your manners.
30 minutes under the belt. One hard lash every five seconds equals what? About 350 lashes. You hope it isn’t that many.
You know you have absolutely no chance of taking your medicine stoically. You will start quiet but she’ll break you. She always does. And she seems to hit harder when you’re sobbing.
Breaths turn to grunts. Grunts turn to yelps. Yelps turn to screams. Screams turn to crying. Crying turns to uncontrollable sobbing intermixed with agonized exclamations. Then back to crying quietly as the sub space kicks in and you stop feeling each lash.
Last time you were beaten like this you had marks for a month. Great living blistered welts, crimson thunderclouds of bruises, red lines, yellow spots, purple tints.
You considered leaving her. The brutality of it shocked you, nobody should be flogged like this by their own partner. But you deserved it and she was within her rights to punish you harshly to her discretion under your domestic discipline contract. This was your doing. It was all you.
A voice in your head, the same one that seethes and hates you from the shadows, the same one that tells you you’re nobody and you’re a waste of life, murmurs into your ear that you deserve everything she’s going to give you and more. And wordlessly, you can only agree.
Here comes the worst belting you’ve ever had.
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