Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Another stroke fell, slightly lower than the first. I whimpered, tears already forming in my eyes.
“The world out there isn’t safe for little girls like you,” he said, his voice taking on an almost tender quality despite the cruelty of the belt in his hand. “There are men who wouldn’t understand your bad girl needs the way your daddies do.”
The third stroke caught the sensitive crease where my bottom met my thighs. I cried out, my fingers clutching at the bedspread.
“Men who would use you and discard you,” Jax continued. “Who wouldn’t care about your pleasure or your growth.”
The fourth stroke overlapped with the first, intensifying the burn. Tears spilled freely down my cheeks now, but I held position, my bottom raised high for his punishment.
“That’s why you need your daddies,” he said, landing another precise stroke that made me sob. “To keep you safe. To teach you. To help you understand your true nature.”
I felt his hand on my burning flesh then, rubbing gently across the welts he’d raised. His touch was cool against my heated skin, soothing even as it reminded me of the pain he’d inflicted.
“Rudy, Mateo,” Jax called, “come feel how warm her bottom is getting. This is how a bad girl’s bottom should feel before it’s properly used.”
I buried my face in the bedspread as I heard their footsteps approach. First one large hand, then another joined Jax’s, caressing my punished flesh. Three hands on me at once, exploring every inch of my bottom, occasionally dipping lower to feel the wetness that had gathered shamefully between my thighs.
“See how her body responds?” Jax said to them. “The belt is teaching her something her mind refuses to accept.”
His words penetrated the fog of pain and humiliation surrounding me. This wasn’t just punishment for punishment’s sake. This was something else—a deliberate breaking down of my resistance, yes, but also an awakening to a new reality. I slowly began to understand that Jax was trying to help me learn something real, rather than just punishing me to ‘teach me a lesson’ in some outmoded, old-fashioned sense. This wasn’t the blind discipline of a parent too frustrated to know what else to do. This was calculated, deliberate education—a lesson written on my flesh with leather and pain.
The belt fell again, and I cried out, my back arching involuntarily.
“You see,” Jax said to Rudy and Mateo as he rubbed the newest welt, “when her bottom is properly warmed like this, it changes her brain chemistry. The pain receptors and pleasure centers start to blur.”
The belt cracked across my skin again. I sobbed, my hips writhing despite my best efforts to stay still.
“When I fuck her after a whipping,” Jax continued, his voice clinical as he addressed his bodyguards, “she comes harder than at any other time. Isn’t that right, Little Lulu?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whimpered, my face burning with humiliation.
“And soon,” he said, landing another precise stroke that made me jerk forward, “you’ll both experience that for yourselves. Once her bottom is properly prepared, you’ll take turns with her.”
Rudy’s hand squeezed one burning cheek. “Will we use all her holes, sir?”
“Of course,” Jax replied, as if describing a business arrangement. “Her mouth, her pussy, and that tight little bottom I claimed last night. She needs to understand that all of her belongs to her daddies now.”
The belt whistled through the air again, landing with terrible precision across the already sensitive skin. I screamed into the bedspread, my body trembling.
“You’ll find,” Jax told them as he paused to let the pain settle into my flesh, “that she gets particularly wet when you use her bottom. The tighter the hole, the more she seems to respond to it being stretched.”
Mateo’s fingers traced the crease between my bottom cheeks, making me shiver. “I look forward to testing that theory, sir.”
Another stroke fell, and another. I lost count as the fire spread across my skin, consuming me. My pussy clenched with every lash, growing wetter and more desperate between the lashes, despite the steady increase of the pain.
“Tell me, Little Lulu,” Jax said, his voice cutting through the haze of sensation, “why does your bottom need whipping before you get fucked?”
I struggled to form words through my tears. “B-because…” I swallowed hard, my voice rising to that childish register that seemed to please him, “because bad girls only get fucked with a sore bottom, Daddy.”
“Very good,” Jax murmured, his hand caressing my flaming skin with surprising tenderness. “And what are you?”
“A bad girl,” I whispered, the admission sending a thrill to my pussy that brought heat to my face as well.
“That’s my good girl,” Jax said, his voice a mixture of pride and dominance. “My perfect little bad girl who knows exactly what she is.”
The belt whistled through the air again, landing with vicious precision across the center of my bottom. I screamed, the pain so intense I saw stars behind my closed eyelids. Another lash followed, much more quickly than any of the previous ones. Then another, and by that stroke, I had started to sob uncontrollably, my entire body shaking with each impact. The belt seemed to land with impossible force, each lash more painful than the last.