Page 52 of Conquered Pet
Face down.
I couldn’t reach the floor with either my hands or my feet. My vulnerability shook me to the core.
His men would be able to see my bare bottom, the tail inside me, and everything in between my legs. I realized with a cry that I was wet at that moment too.
“Already glistening, my little pet,” he observed pointedly, and my shame deepened tenfold. “I wonder how much wetter you’ll be after my men get to see this disobedient backside marked from my belt.”
I struggled over his thigh, but I tipped forward enough to make myself panic. I feared falling and hitting my face on the floor, but his firm hand on my hip steadied me. For that, I was grateful.
His other hand came down on my upturned ass with ruthless intent. There was no teasing or stoking of my arousal. From the beginning, it was very clear that this was a punishment and nothing else. I wasn’t supposed to enjoy this.
Shamefully, that only made my pussy grow wetter.
His hand was insanely firm from the start. It stung heavily, the ensuing fire far more intense than I was ready for. I clasped my lips shut, vowing to keep silent for as long as I could. He spanked my bottom and all the way down my thighs. I couldn’t really kick unless I wanted to fall.
Being spanked like this made me feel so incredibly small. It really forced me to focus on nothing other than the inevitable terrible fall of his palm across my backside.
There was no mercy for me and even as I struggled to take it, I understood why. I’d been impatient. I’d spoken out of turn in a world that I had no place in other than by Talyn’s side.
His hand bit cruelly into the spot where my bottom met my thigh, and I knew that I would feel it long after. He did that several more times before he focused exclusively on the backs of my legs.
He broke through my vow of silence with a few firmly placed slaps to my calves, forcing me to cry out for the first time in front of his men.
I bit the side of my cheek with shame. I should have been stronger than that. I tried to renew my vow of silence, but it was too late for that.
As if he could read my mind, he started punishing me even more firmly. Each spank made me gasp in shock at its intensity and soon enough, my ass and the backs of my legs felt like they’d been scalded in a fire.
I told myself I wouldn’t beg. I told myself that I wouldn’t show the men watching that Talyn could break me with something as simple as a spanking over his knee. For a while, I was successful.
Then he began taking off his belt.
The black leather swished as he pulled it free from his belt loops. I looked back anxiously as he folded it in two, holding the clasp end in his hand.
Fuck. This wasn’t good.
He didn’t use the belt right away and I used that single moment to catch my breath, trying to grapple with the burning sting of his palm and nervously waiting for what was to come next. He lined up the doubled end with my sore backside. At first, he patted it gently against my trembling flesh and I waited with bated breath. The leather was soft, pliable, and well worn.Maybe it wouldn’t hurt as much. Maybe his hand had been the worst part.
When the belt snapped against my bottom for the first time, I realized I’d been wrong.
Verywrong.
The line of fire that followed that initial snap was like a brand. In the harrowing seconds that followed, the sting grew more intense.
“Your ass was made for this, pet. It’s positively breathtaking when it’s marked from my belt,” Talyn declared, and my legs trembled the slightest bit.
He whipped me with the belt again and I gasped, knowing what to expect now and not being able to bear it gracefully. I struggled over his knee to take it, but I didn’t have much of a choice.
He was right. This was his world. It had long since ceased being mine.
“Please, sir,” I finally caved, hoping it would be enough to stop the terrible lash from his belt.
He whipped me at a much faster pace and the escalating sting only grew that much more intense. The agony built on itself at a frightful speed, and soon enough, it consumed me. I could think of nothing else other than my burning backside and that terrible belt.
“I’m sorry, sir,” I wailed, and still, he didn’t slow. He only turned to whip the backs of my legs next, not sparing my thighs or my calves.
I thought I’d be brave and remain in control.
I couldn’t.
