Chapter 3

I now grabbed her by the hair, yanking her to her feet. She cried out in pain, but I ignored her pleas, my grip tightening as I dragged Maureen to the sofa and forced her bent over the arm, I then lifted her red skirt up to reveal her purple granny knickers. I then took my belt off and said to Maureen

“I am now going to fucking belt your ass bitch, and your going to count every whack, and if you miscount I will fucking start again you dumb old cunt”

Maureen said “Please do not do this, please let me go” I grabbed hold of her hair pulled her head back and said “You’re wasting your breath you stupid fucking old cunt, do as your fucking told and count my whacks”

I let go of her head and stepped back, the leather of the belt felt smooth and supple in my hand. I raised it high, the air whistling as it sliced through the space between us.

The belt descended with a loud crack, the sound resonating through the room. She yelped, her body jerking as the first searing stripe of pain lashed across her ass. “One!” Maureen cried out, her voice breaking.

I brought the belt down on her ass again just as hard as I did the first time.

“Two!” she wailed, her hands reaching back to protect her stinging flesh, only to be batted away by my firm grip.

Another crack, another wail from her, but this time she did not count.

The rules were clear: if she missed a count, we started again.

“You’ve got to count every whack, you fat old bitch,” I growled, my voice a low, menacing threat. “Or this will go on all fucking day, which is fine by me as i am in no fucking rush.”

The belt struck again, the sound of flesh meeting leather filling the air. “One! She wailed”

I continued, each strike harder than the last, her cries mingling with the rhythmic cracks of the belt.

Once I had given her six of the best over her granny knickers it was now time to pull them down to get a look at how her ass looked now, then give her another six of the best over her bare ass.

Once I had her knickers pulled down I surveyed the damage to Maureen’s bottom. Her ass cheeks were now a deep shade of red, marred by angry welts.

With a firm grip, I reached down and spread her ass cheeks wide, exposing the delicate pink flesh of her anus and the wet folds of her cunt. Maureen’s sobs grew louder as she felt my finger probing her most intimate areas, violating her in a way that made her want to curl up and disappear.

“Look at you, Maureen,” I hissed, my voice a low growl. “Your ass is mine now. These marks are my signature, a testament to my dominance over you.”

I now plunged a finger into her tight asshole, eliciting a sharp cry of pain. Maureen’s body tensed, her muscles clenching around the intrusion. I chuckled, amused by her reaction, pleased it was fucking painful for her.

“Right you old cunt, time to give your bare ass some leather, and like before, You’re going to count these, Maureen,” I hissed, my breath hot against her ear. and you know what fucking happens if you miss a count”

She shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. “No, please,” she begged, her voice barely above a whisper.

I said nothing, pulled my hand back and delivered my first strike to her bare ass which hit with a force that made her eyes water even more, from the searing pain that radiated out from the point of impact. “One!” she cried out.

My arm was a blur as i delivered the second lash, the belt biting into her tender flesh. “Two!” she wailed, her hands clenching into fists at her sides.

I was relentless, the belt coming down with a rhythm that matched the pounding of her heart, her body jerking with each strike.

My final blow was the hardest yet, a punishing lash that seemed to tear through her, leaving her gasping for air.

Her ass was now a mosaic of colors, shades of red, purple, and blue and covered in many welts. I stood there and admired the work of art I had created.