“That’s a good girl.See?That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
It was horrifying.But I say nothing.
I’m not sure I will survive this.I’m not sure whether I can do it.I want to jump up and run to my bathroom and lock the door.
He’s standing near my thigh now.Something brushes against me.I think his fingertips.
My brain is running in ten directions.
I can’t do this.I can’t do it.I can’t.
It’s too much.Too far.Too dirty even for me.
The moment he touches my rosebud with something wet, I panic and jerk out of his reach.I push myself to the opposite side of my small bed and jump to my feet.The pillows scatter.
I’m gasping for oxygen.It takes everything in me not to run into my bathroom.I’m worried I might hurt myself with this blindfold on.It’s an equally monumental task not to rip it off and face him.
I nearly yelp when he touches my arm.I hadn’t heard him round the bed, but how could I have with my heart beating so loudly?
His voice is very calm when he says, “Lean over the side of the bed, princess.”He guides me, turning me slightly before extending my hands to the mattress.“Bend at your waist.Bottom in the air.Hands on the covers.Breasts hanging.”
I obey him.I don’t know why.I shouldn’t.I just totally messed things up by denying him what he demanded.I’m not sure he will ever come to my room again.
He strokes down my back with one hand.His voice is so oddly normal.It shocks me.It’s incongruent.“Shh.Deep breaths.”
I inhale and exhale, thinking maybe I’m okay.Maybe he won’t push his finger into my bottom after all.Maybe he realizes it was too much for me to handle.
“That’s a good girl.I’m going to whip your bottom with my belt now.You will stand very still and not make a peep.”
“Yes, Daddy.”That’s far better than fucking my ass.And what world am I living in that I’m relieved to find out that the stalker who has taken over my life is going to take a belt to my tender skin?
I cringe as his belt slides through the loops of his pants with a whoosh, and I brace myself, holding my breath, determined to take this punishment without flinching.
And then, fuck me.Fuck.The first swat whistles through the air and hurts so badly I nearly faint.It seems so loud.He couldn’t have done this if my roommates were home.
He sets a hand on the small of my back and swings again.The leather seems to tear my skin open.My teeth rattle.I don’t dare move.
The third strike is more expected but hurts just as badly.How many times will he hit me?What does my butt look like?
The fourth lands on my upper thighs, making my knees buckle.
“Upright,” he orders.
I straighten my legs, but they aren’t going to hold me up for much longer.
He hits my ass again and then lower on my thighs.
I’m not going to survive this.Am I bleeding?But I won’t move.I won’t.I will take this punishment.Some part of me would rather he swing his belt at my entire body than push his finger into my asshole.Am I stupid?What a strange line for me to draw in the sand.I’m not sure the punishment is worth it.
He swings that evil leather a few more times.I lose count.I’m numb.
Finally, he drops it on the floor.The clank of the buckle is music to my ears.His hands come to my hips, and he guides me forward and lifts me off the floor to set me on my tummy on the bed.
My butt is on fire.I don’t want to see it.
“I’m setting a timer on your phone.Do not move or reach back to touch your bottom until it goes off.Part of your punishment is enduring the sting without relief.After the alarm sounds, you may get up, wash your face, potty, and go to bed.”
I sob.“Yes, Sir.”