"Good girl." he responds, bringing the belt back, and then down again, waiting for her count and thanks. Then again. Not possible to be quite so precise with a belt as it is with a hand, but he's not bad at it, leaving raised red welts and darker and darker marks across the skin where the blows land. Again, a pause, then again, making her wait for each one, offer up thanks, and stay in the here and now enough to count the blows across her naked backside.
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