. . . I let the pain flow through me - out through my fingertips and into the mattress. Face down. Ass exposed. I closed my eyes and let myself feel the sting each time his hand connected with my skin. A groan spilled out of my throat with each strike.

“You like that, don’t you, little slut? See how turned on you are because I’m making your ass turn red?”

I nodded. I’m pretty sure that’s what he said, cliche as it sounds, though his words barely registered. I didn’t want them to. I didn’t want to think. I wanted the outside world to fade so that nothing remained but sensation.

At some point, he switched to a belt. I watched my own body buckle under each hit.

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