Does it have to be so hard?

He unbuckles his belt, undoes the top button of his trousers and slides down the zip. Reaching inside, he pulls it out. He cradles it in his hand, then strokes it gently. She watches it swell. Slowly he peels back the foreskin to reveal the glistening purple-red bulb. She stares at it hungrily.

‘I know what you want,’ he says.

She nods.

‘But tell me anyway.’

She hesitates. Must she?

‘Or else I’ll put it away,’ he says.

‘I want it in my mouth,’ she says.

‘That’s not going to happen,’ he says, still stroking. It’s reached full size now. ‘At least, not yet.’

She makes a little whimpering sound.

‘Only good girls get to suck cock,’ he says. ‘First I have to make you a good girl.’

She can see where this is going. So when he asks her if she knows how good girls are made, she has the answer ready.

‘They get spanked,’ she says in a small voice.

‘Are you ready for that?’

She nods.

‘Then you know what you have to do.’

Still staring at his cock, she reaches up under her skirt and pulls down her knickers. She shuffles across to the armchair, knickers round her knees, and bends over it, her skirt raised up to her waist. She hears the belt slide out of his trousers, hears the clink of the buckle as he doubles it. I can be good without this, she thinks; but perhaps I can’t be quite as good on my own as he can make me. As she braces herself for the first, stinging stroke, she imagines his cock still sticking out rigid. It will be worth it, she thinks. Then the belt hits her.

‘Jeez!’ she says.

Does it have to be so hard? She’d be good with a lot less than that. The second stroke seems to cut right through her. She grips her hands together to stop them going behind for protection. The belt whips across her bottom again. She gasps and hops from one foot to the other. He puts his hand on the small of her back to steady her, then hits her again.

Once he’s finished she can have all the TLC she can absorb, and pleasure too, but right now he wants it to really hurt, and he wants her to know that’s what he wants. He’ll decide just how good a girl he wants to make her, he’ll decide when she’s good enough. And until that moment, the belt will continue to do its work, ruthless, implacable, relentless. She knows that, and he knows that she knows it.