Bound to the massage table, her wrist cuffs attached to rings in the sides of the table, Olivia was unable to get up or even try to protect herself from the belt. Her ass was raised, ankle cuffs fastened so that her legs were spread, leaving her most sensitive parts exposed. And she was completely focused on her Master, Sir Jon, standing at the head of the table, stroking her hair. She had almost forgotten Nora – until she felt the belt caressing her ass.

Nora stroked Olivia with the belt, ass cheeks, upper thighs, even drawing it over her inner thighs, making her gasp and squirm. Olivia had closed her eyes and didn’t see Sir Jon nod to Nora.

Olivia heard the belt whistle through the air, felt it land with a loud thwack, right in the middle of her ass. A pause, and the second whooosh, smack, landing a little bit below the first one. She struggled to keep from crying out.

“Open your eyes, olivia.” Sir Jon’s voice, kind but firm, and when she opened her eyes, his gaze captured her. She could not look away.

Whooosh, SMACK. The third one landed on her sit spots and she bit her lip, but a small groan escaped her. Sir Jon smiled. ”Good girl,” he said. ”I want to hear your pain.”

Whoosh SMACK. ”That’s four,” he said. ”Do you think you need to land them a bit harder?” he asked. 

Nora laughed. ”Trust me,” she said. ”You wanted tears, right? We’ll get there.”

Olivia, watching his face, felt confused and uncertain. She didn’t want to cry, she hated to cry, did she have to cry? Should she cry now? 

But the next Whoosh, SMACK of the belt, landing on her upper thighs, shut her thoughts down and she cried out, biting her lip to hold back the sound.

“Quit biting your lip, little girl,” said Sir Jon. Her eyes widened, how could she not do that? He laughed. ”Here,” sliding his thumb in between her lips. ”Don’t bite me.”

The next blow landed diagonally across the previous blows on her ass cheeks, stripes that were pink and slightly raised. She cried out again, with less restraint. Sir Jon’s thumb pressed on her tongue, which effectively prevented her from even closing her mouth. As the pain receded, she began to suck his thumb, reverently, laving it with her tongue.

When the sixth blow landed, whoosh SMACK, diagonally in the opposite direction, she cried out in protest, or tried to, “no, please no,” but with the thumb in her mouth, the words were inarticulate sounds. 

She settled into the rhythm. The blow would land. The pain spread from the blow, rippling out through her tender, sore bottom. Then it would ease a bit, with a rush of pleasure, Olivia would increase her loving attention to her Sir’s thumb, until the Whoosh SMACK of the next one landed. As the next three landed, Olivia’s pleas increased, and became even less articulate.

She could see the pleasure in Sir Jon’s eyes, he was feasting on her pain. Watching his pleasure gave Olivia pleasure as well, and in those moments between blows, she felt a deeper passion than she had known before. Despite the growing pain, she was aware of the heat between her thighs. The exquisite pleasure of his thumb in her mouth made her long to taste his cock.

The final blow landed directly over the first one on her upper thighs, and Olivia cried out loudly, bucking on the table so that she raised her torso a bit. Sir Jon’s delight was clear, even as he calmed her and helped her settle back into position.

“That’s 10,” said Nora, “Would you like to check the marks before we go on with the next instrument?”

“Yes, of course,” said Sir Jon. He moved to the end of the table.

Olivia, having felt so deeply connected to him, watched him move away with a sense of despair. He was leaving. Tears welled up, and she knew that was completely ridiculous and yet… they began to spill over, rolling down her cheeks. Restrained as she was, she could not even wipe them away.

Hands touched her ass, caressing the light welts the belt had raised. Olivia smiled, it felt good, and she knew that Sir was touching her, which soothed her heart for the moment. Then the hands were withdrawn, and she could hear the murmur of voices, but he was talking to Nora.

Olivia felt as if she had ceased to exist, as if she were nothing without his attention. She knew – some part of her knew – that wasn’t true, but the feeling was so strong. The tears began again, not sobbing, just tears rolling down her face.

It had only been a minute, maybe a full minute, of feeling totally alone, before she became aware of her Sir again. He was smiling, one finger traced the tears on her face. Bringing the finger to his mouth, he tasted the tears. She could feel his smile of approval deep in her heart, and in the answering throb of her pussy.

He was holding the belt Nora had used on her. He brought it to her lips and said, “Kiss the belt, Olivia, and thank us.” 

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Whew. Once again, I have gotten myself all turned on – and can’t even relieve that arousal, since I don’t have permission to touch myself. Ok, it’s fine, I’ll just go do some laundry. That will distract me. 

While I’m doing laundry, I want to share a coming book release from an old friend. Some of you may remember a blogger who used to talk about writing books and struggled so hard to find time and space and energy to do that. Well, y’all she did it. She has a whole series of books, with the latest one coming soon. Good reads for a snowy, winter afternoons – or for beach time pleasure too, for that matter. Meet Raleigh Damson and her Bandit Brother series:

Flame For You is book one in the Bandit Brothers Series. When Quinn Walsh is mistaken for an arsonist for hire, he knows he has to do everything he can to keep Simone safe. She doesn’t know she’s in danger, and time’s running out. Flame For You is free on all platforms! https://books2read.com/u/menzGY

Flame For Two: When you’re in love with your boss and one of his best men. https://books2read.com/u/mZZ082

Flame Again:  Ivy might be his submissive, but outside of the bedroom, she’s climbing the corporate ladder as a PR Executive. When Ivy finds out Gabe is determined to take a job with disastrous consequences, she sets out to stop him. Gabe resents Ivy’s meddling, and it leads to their break-up. Can their love flame again in this second-chance romance? 

Flame True: Mulberry Stevens can’t forget her abduction but has done everything she can to put it behind her since being rescued by the Bandit Brothers.

This feisty daughter of a Hollywood star isn’t one to give up, and when an attempt is made to take her again, Mulberry refuses to go into hiding.

Nick Laurent does not want to join the family’s billionaire tech business but he knows his time of being a private operative is running out.

When his boss orders him to not only protect Mulberry by serving as her bodyguard but also fake-date her…anything is better than working for his father. But he can barely look at the gorgeous woman because ripping her clothes off would be highly inappropriate.

Despite their opposites, his grumpy to her sunshine, the heat between them starts to sizzle into an attraction that can’t be ignored.

https://books2read.com/flametrue

Sasha Reynolds wants a Dom who is tough enough to handle her, soft enough not to break her; past relationships have made her wary that finding a Dom like that is possible. Can this bratty submissive learn to trust? https://books2read.com/flameforchance

Latest release: She’s the little sister who has never been taken seriously.He’s the guy her brother blames for the untimely loss of their friend. Can they overcome secrets and one scowling brother to get their happily ever after together? https://books2read.com/flameforfoe

Are you a KU subscriber? Check out Five Days of Christmas Spice, witten by Raleigh Damson, writing Mercy Denton 

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