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can keep my own anger under control, following a simple pattern. I can hurt her but I won't get carried away…just far enough. There may be times when she is unable to leave the bed after a spanking, legs and ass too swollen or sore, but not tonight…not the first time…she just may not be able to sit for a few days...but that's up to how well she does. I smile.
    I step back and she gasps and tenses. She's anticipating too much. "Close your eyes, Lucy...and remember to breath." She can only nod her head, but I can see that she obeyed.
    I snap the belt in my hands, she flinches, but her eyes stay closed. Good. I don't want her tensing up too much.
    The first spank of the belt lands dead center of both cheeks. A perfect pink patch flares. She gasps her cry out, leaning on the wall, head lowered slightly. "Head, up, Lucy. Or I start over." She immediately obeys. "If you move at the wrong moment, I could hurt you...unintentionally. You need to remain still for this. Do you understand me?"
    "...Yes, Sir...I'm sorry, Sir!" Such a good girl.
    I strike the same spot, bringing a deeper pinkness and gasped cry back. I wait for her breathing, she stays in position though. The third and fourth are quick, above and below slightly the last two, slightly harder. Her cry is gulped down and escapes as a high pitched hiss. Her bottom is a beautiful cherry.
    "How many times did you break the rule, Lucy?"
    I wait patiently behind her. Her mind is dueling between animal pain and her desire to please me. I wait for her desire to reach the surface. "Five, Sir...I'm so sorry...please...I'm sorry...ple..."
    "No...No begging!" She stops, her body shaking. "How many times have I spanked you already?" I know the answer, but I want to force her to say.
    "Four, Sir." A more pathetic sound of pleading could not be heard, I smile.
    "You have one more coming then." She tenses every muscle in back, legs, arms. Her hands grip the wall. My sweet girl. "Calm down. Breathe, baby." I wait for her to calm a little. When she is just starting to relax, I let the belt crack hard across her lower bottom...the sweet sitting spot...the one I know will hurt the most. She strangles a cry, a yelp of pain, her legs dancing and shaking for a moment. But she stays in position.
    "Hands behind your back." She is only too happy to comply if this means the punishment is over.
    "Apoligize... not beg, Lucy..." I stand right behind her, the belt still in my hand.
    "I'm sorry, Sir." She's strong, no hesitancy.
    "And thank me for punishing you."
    She swallows. "Thank you, Sir."
    I put my hand in her hair, give a slight tug, but mostly rub her softness. She's so small, so soft, so yielding. "I like hurting you, Lucy." She rubs her head against my hand, the obedient puppy. "I like that you give yourself to me completely. That I can cause you pain and fear...I can make you my good girl again with my belt or my hand..." I lower my hand to her ass. Still a little warm, the pinkness not quite faded. I pinch her lower cheek, not hard, but it's still tender enough to squeeze the breath out of her. "That's what punishment does...it makes you my good girl again. You want that, don't you?"
    "Yes, Sir!" Her whole body answers, trying to sway closer to me, but not moving from her spot, arms still held tight against her back.
    "And you will always be my good girl. I will always make you my good girl...I love you."
     

Chapter 7 HER
    The pain is only a small part. The initial shock of being hit with his belt only a part of it. The humiliation of standing, waiting, for this...that's the hardest part.  Knowing that I'm waiting for him to hurt me...that I stand here, as a grown woman, waiting for a spanking from my boyfriend...No...
    ...That I stand here deserving a spanking. That's the humiliation. That I've done this to myself...gotten myself into this. If I'd only just behaved, followed his rule!
    The smacks seem to hit all over; my ass is a giant bullseye and Max has deadly aim! I'm screaming in