Mickey's big cock jerked, and his hand went down to stroke the hardened, throbbing shaft, as a thrill of sadistic pleasure keened through him. Damn! He was going to enjoy this! Somehow, it made the fucking… afterward, more enjoyable… more intense. His lips peeled back in a lewd grin, his white teeth gleaming through the blackness of his beard. Suddenly, he raised his arm and brought the leather belt down hard and true in a solid, slashing blow across those lovely, white buttocks.
CRACK!
Terry bit back her scream of pain. Her whole behind hurt. Oh, God! It burned like fire!
CRACK! His arm rose and fell for the second time, and Terry groaned aloud. She took a large mouthful of the material of the sleeping bag into her mouth. Never… never, would she cry out. It was part of the code she had to live by… as long as she rode with Mickey and his motorcycle gang. The almost unbearable pain seemed to spread out… down her twitching legs, up her back… and into her churning belly. God! Let me take it! I deserve it! Maybe… it's n-not f-fair but I did disobey… now, I've got to take my punishment…
For the third time, the belt in Mickey's hand slashed across her exposed buttocks. A muffled groan gurgled in her throat, and she knew that she would have screamed, full-throatedly, but for the cloth of the sleeping bag she had stuffed in her mouth. The searing pain was almost more than she could stand… but, now, unexplainably, there was something else. It was the warm glow of sexual arousal that began to pervade her loins. She was getting hot wanting it… wanting Mickey to fuck her and she didn't understand it.