The Good Girls Pet

"My" lil cum slut

Nevertheless I did what he asked.

Both my arms flat on the table with my wrist and had hanging over the edge

He then took the coffee cup I had on the table that was filled with the previous coffee Justin brought for me earlier

" Join your hands together for me like Soo" he demonstrated

I followed what he did and he smiled .

I'm sure complying with his orders will make what he's planning to do to me much easier .

He placed the coffee cup in my hands and pulled the belt out of his pants.

Unable to move without spilling the coffee I glanced up at him through my eyelashes.

The position I was in grew more uncomfortable the longer I was in it. My chin was pressed against the cold glass table and it hurts like hell

" I will use this belt on your ass" he blankly stated " five for letting a man touch you in my presence, five more for that filthy attitude of yours and another five for lying"

I couldn't talk, if I do the coffee will spill.

" The coffee in your hands is for good posture, drop and and you'll be in alot of trouble"  he continued

He then walked back to the other side of the table. I could hear the clinking of his belt buckle. 

My eyes filled with tears instantly.

What have I gotten myself into?

But why don't I want to tell him to stop?

I knew he would If I told him to but a part of me want to be treated like some use up thing by him.

The first slap came to my ass and the tears that was built up in my eyes fell to my cheeks

Another one after that and another. I was sobbing and whimpering each slap I got.

Mentally I was counting and I've gotten to ten when he stopped.

The room was silent to the point where I didn't know if he was behind me with a belt anymore

I sniffled as random tears kept falling from my eyes, it was painful but my body liked it. I was wet down there . It was dripping down my thighs even tho I had panties on

Unexpectedly a slap came to my ass again, It was soo random that the glass I had in my hand fell .

Fuck.

" Hmmm?' he paused as I heard his foot steps walking from around the table 

He stooped  down taking up the broken coffee cup handle off the  floor and holding up for me to see " you fucked up bitch"  he said calmly

He never called me that before, why did it send waves through my body?

Why was I more turned on by the fact that he called me a bitch?

He stood back up and walked back to where he was before

" Let's start over shall we" he sighed as I heard the buckle of his belt clicking " since you couldn't follow simple fucking instructions you'll count and thank me , do you understand?"

" Y-yes" I repiled quickly

The first slap came to my ass and it was harder than before

I forgot what he told me . My mind became fuzzy as the pain was too unbearable

"  Again"

Another slap came and I didn't count. I yelped and my legs started to shake

" Again" he said