Her panties were next, the sheer nylon tugged down until it snugged around her hipbones, leaving her ass-cheeks completely exposed. She could hear Max's increasingly heavy breathing as he stared at her stripped body, snapping the belt rhythmically against itself.

"Gonna warm up that ass. I don't think it really needs it," Max said with a chuckle, his thin lips curling up under his black beard, "but we'll make sure you're good and ready."

For what? What was he talking about? Lydia began to wonder if this game hadn't gone far enough. She had endured this cruel fingerfucking and his biting sarcasm. Wasn't it time to get on with fucking and…

"Ow!"

The hissing sound of the leather interrupted all thought. For a while Lydia couldn't believe he was going to whip her this way. It was torture, she thought! Besides, the ad had said nothing specific about pain! Bondage, discipline, not… not this!

"Uhhhhh!"

She screamed, her legs flying apart, her head jerking up while her cheeks reddened. The black leather had bitten cruelly into her ass-cheek, leaving a long ugly red mark against her white flesh. Lydia pulled her head up, blinking away a tear and staring at the big man now standing above her. He held both ends of the belt, snapping them against one another, leering at her.

"Please, no, no… don't do this to me!" she sobbed, shaking her head. Several stray strands of her blonde hair clung to her cheeks.

"Just what you need. Most of you cunts wag that ass around too much for a man. You need discipline, and that's what you'll get here."

"No, don't… don't…"

He was a vulture over her. Then Max swung the belt over her, the thick black leather sizzling through the air, hissing once more just before it burned into her ass-cheeks. The force of the blow made the bed shake while Lydia jerked her head back, tearing her mouth open and letting out a hellish scream. He was going to flay the skin from her bones, she thought! This had gone too far.