"What?"

Had she heard right? What had he said? Fuck her ass? Annette shook off the dull fog that had settled over her. She was terribly aware of everything around her.

Twisting her head around a little more, she saw David standing there with his doubled black leather belt in both hands. Sitting precariously on the back of a blue wing chair was a bottle of hand lotion. Immediately the girl understood what was going to happen.

David snapped the two pieces of leather together, the resulting cracking sound making the young teen shiver on the floor. Her face wrinkled into a mask of terror as she watched him position himself over her. He unfolded the belt, letting the beveled end trail across her ass-cheeks. At the touch of the leather, Annette winced, letting out a small hiss of air.

She tried crawling away from him, her nipples scratching along the rug. A trail of cum and juice oozed from her cunt-slit, wetting down her thighs.

David laughed once more, then brought the belt up over his head.

The lights threw a shadow of his arm across her body. Annette could see the horrible belt circling his head. She could hear the leather hissing through the air.

The belt crashed against her body like a thunderbolt! The black leather bit into her right ass-cheek, chewing the white flesh and leaving a long red mark. Annette shrieked again, her body shivering from the blow.

"That's it, baby, that's it. I wanna hear you shout it out, man. I wanna hear you tell me how much you dig havin' this happen to you!"

"No, no, that's a lie! I don't like this," Annette screamed through her teeth.

"Fuckin' bitch liar," David growled, kicking her in the ribs. "You can't wait till I stick my cock in you again. Man, you're gettin' hot just thinkin' about it?"

"No, no, liar!"

David jerked back, snapping his arm and cocking it as if it were a weapon. The belt snapped high over his head, cracking loudly once more.