“Where is your belt?” he asked. That was the wrong word. It was not a question, but a command.
“It’s still in my pants on the floor,” she replied with eagerness in her voice.
The curtains were open, affording at least some light in the darkened room, and she wondered if anyone could see or hear anything if they passed by. She was, however, past the point of caring.
“Did you find it?”
The overbearing pain as the thin leather strapped her fully on her ass gave an answer.
Upon impact, she jerked and wiggled, rising partially before falling back down.
“This is what you have wanted for so long, is it not?” Oliver asked with a sizzling sound to his voice. “Is this not what you desire?”
“Yes,” Carrie babbled. Her voice was already starting to tremble, and the tears were welling up just fro
