There was something very erotically satisfying in the sound of that first thwack of leather on skin, more exciting than that made by my palm, the doubled over belt made it sound much harder than it actually was, and there was something very stimulating too in the gasp of pain that it produced. I struck her sufficiently hard to make her throw her head back and automatically jerk forward out of the way. She settled herself back and looked hard at me, releasing her grip on the headboard and folding her arms under her head, deliberately raising her bottom higher in defiance. We would see about that.
'One.' She announced firmly.
Thwack! The second stroke was harder, making her cry out again, her eyes widening with the shock. This time it took her a few seconds longer to compose herself and her voice carried a little edge of discomfort.
'Two.'
I struck her a third time and once again the belt landed across her bottom a little more firmly than the time before, letting her know that it would only get stronger. I could almost judge her pain from the tightness in her voice as she counted.
'Three.'
I paused, intentionally making her wait and worry, and looked at her kneeling there before me, red welts already standing out on her firm skin where my belt hand landed. I reached out and touched her, smoothing my palm over her hot flesh, feeling excitement course through me as I touched the raised edges of my marks. My cock, which had begun to subside to half mast, was back to full hardness, bobbing and nodding in front of me as I moved around her.
When I hit her for the fourth time she cried out in real pain, gasping the count of four as her hand automatically reached back to cover her smarting bottom. I let her, getting a thrill from seeing her hand rubbing lightly at the marks I was raising on her flesh, and then I reached over so that I could caress her other cheek, feeling the heat of it and the swelling welts that crossed it for myself.
My hand roamed over her entire bottom, pushing her own out of the way before finding her pussy and slipping inside. She was as wet, if not wetter, than before and I considered actually fucking her on the spot. But that could wait.
My belt came down on her flesh again. This time twice in quick succession to cancel out any predictability in my actions, making her yell loudly and finally causing tears of pain to sparkle in her eyes. She was on the verge of crying properly and there was the hint of a sob in her voice now.
'Five; Six.'
'Halfway.' I told her. 'Can you continue?'
'Yes.' She glanced up at me with a tight little smile. 'Please.'
I nodded and the belt came down on her again, putting another stripe over the ones already adorning her skin. Her cry this time was almost a scream and her hand returned to her buttocks.
'Seven.' She was finding it hard to articulate the number through the catch in her throat.
'Move your hand.' I instructed her, waiting until slowly, reluctantly, she obeyed.
Two more, harder and swifter, and this time she burst into tears, arching her back and throwing her head back. She didn't try to cover her bottom, as she recovered she just knelt, head resting on folded arms, submissive and shaky, waiting for the next.
'What number have we got to?' I asked her calmly.
'Sorry.' I watched her have to think about it through her tears. 'Eight; Nine.' She whispered, her chest heaving as she tried to control her breathing.
