Rebekah waited with impatience for her master to arrive. All day she had thought about what he was going to do to her and she was already wet thinking about him. No one else was home and she needed to him so badly. There was a knock at the door and she bounded off the couch and, almost, to the door. She paused a moment to hide her excitement and to slow down her heart. Opening the door slowly, she saw her master standing there though he insisted she call him sir. Carl was six feet tall, brown hair and deep green eyes that she always got lost in. His gaze was intense as he stepped forward and swept her up into his arms; kissing her passionately and carrying her back into the room. Rebekah could barely think as she melted into his arms and wrapped her arms and legs around him. All too soon and not soon enough, the kiss is broken and the she is set back down. They smile at each other and gaze at each other fondly.
"Hi, little one, how are you today?" Carl asked.
"I'm good, sir... I was bored though..." Rebekah responded.
His hand cups her cheek as he continues to smile at her.
"What about you sir?"
"My day was good ... especially since I got a message from a naughty little girl,"
Rebekah giggled as she nuzzled his hand. He made her feel so wanted and his touch was so caring yet firm.
"What did it say?" she asked coyly.
"It said to come over and prove what kind of slut she is and who she belongs to" Carl said, very seriously.
"Oh she sounds very naughty.... is she naughty? And are you?"
"She is such a bad little girl, I am going to spank her then strap her down and take her in every hole she has that I can," Carl responded, as his fingers wrapped themselves in her hair; pulling softly.
"Oh she is lucky.... I want that..." She said, a low moan coming out of her as she felt the tug on her hair.
He laughed and suddenly she was grabbed and tossed over his shoulder as he headed for her room. The trip was short but she felt his hand caressing her ass, prolonging it. Rebekah heard the door open as she was carried into her room. His hand gave her ass a swat before he tossed her onto the bed. She moaned for a second and then squealed as she bounced a little on the bed. It took her a moment to focus and orient herself and she watched him sit down next to her on the bed. Reaching to his waist he took off his belt. It was black leather with a silver fittings and she had felt its touch on more than one occasion. She tired hard to behave but she always was a little naughty and she knew she deserved all the spankings, the fuckings and the discipline he gave to her. Rebekah always had a wild side, unlike her sister Stacy who was the good little girl of the family. They were very similar in looks but in actions they were vastly different.
Carl patted to his lap and smiled as he folded the belt in half; making a loop of black leather. Rebekah shook her head, not wanting the kiss of the belt yet but she saw him frown but still she made no move to lie across his lap. A growl issued from his throat as he grabbed her and pulled her across his legs; she struggled at first but he pinned her arms with one hand. The belt whispers as he slides it across her skin; down her back then to her ass and comes to rest there. Pulling her skirt up and her panties down, Carl looked at her smooth pale skin and shapely ass with a hunger that was barely contained.
Shivering in anticipation and just a little fear as the belt just rests there, the leather cool against her skin. The first blow is merely a tap, just barely slapping against her ass. Rebekah yelped though more out of surprise than from anything else. She ceased her struggles as the next blow contacts her ass with a sharp crack. Smiling, Carl watched her dark hair fall over her face as she let a soft moan and squirmed slightly on his lap. The next time the belt fell it was harder than the last, leaving an imprint of the leather weave of the belt on your white skin. The young woman yelped and the turned to look at her master, surprised at the power of the blow. He brushed her hair out of her face and slowly stroked her hair, as he rubbed the leather belt against her reddening skin.
"What was that for, sir?" Rebekah asked.
""For sending me that naughty message of your little pussy all wet, baby."
"But I thought you would like it, sir."
"I did like it but you were teasing me while I was at work, getting me all hard and not being able to do anything about it."
She blushed and lowered her head quickly but not before he saw a little smile on her face. Crack, the belt came down on her ass as his arm swung down quick and steady. She squealed and moaned as the pain surged through her body. She loved it when he punished her; she knew that it was naughty and she was glad that her master had caught her. She needed to be trained and disciplined.
"You did it on purpose little one, I know you did so you might as well admit it and all will be forgiven," Carl said sternly yet kindly.
Rebekah just shook her head in denial.
The belt slapped against her ass again and again. Light one time and the next hard, he rotated the force and the level of contact on her skin. She moaned and yelped and squirmed and squealed as he spanked her. It hurt but yet it felt wonderful to feel that leather on her ass and his hand on her body. She blinked away a few tears and bit her lip, trying to not surrender. Rebekah wanted it to end but wanted it to continue; she was getting wet and dripping onto his leg. Her hands digging into the bed, gathering two fistfuls of sheet in her hands as she writhed under Carl's discipline.
"You should admit it little one or I will be forced to punish you some more and that will make me angry," Carl said, bringing the belt down hard on her raised ass.
She hesitated and the belt came down again with another loud crack.
"Yes, sir, I was teasing you... making you hard at work."
