“what just happened?”

“I’m trying to figure out what just happened.” I tell Amorphous when he asks me how I feel.

“You just got the worst beating ever.”

And he is right. The only thing that could have made it worse, was if he had used the crop.

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Rewind back in time to 20 minutes prior…

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I’m laying my head on his chest as we lay in bed together. He is fully clothed, I am just in a pair of red panties. We are both tired from a full day’s activities, but it is too late in the day for a nap. Even still, I allow myself the luxury of closing my eyes. I hear and feel him reach down to his pants. I hear his zipper as he unzips. I hear his belt as he unbuckles and slips it off. I hold my breath.

And this somehow, sets him off. He begins belting me as we lay there. But he knows this does not allow for adequate belting. And so, he gets up and belts me through the sheets. He pulls them down and belts me some more.

He stops long enough to tell me to “take them off”. I remove my panties and toss them off of the bed. I return my attention to him and my body naturally takes to the fetal position.

“Turn over” He says to me and I obey.

He resumes his belting. It is hard and brutal. I am aware that our bedroom window is open. Each crack of the belt against my skin echoes loudly. Suddenly, I am humiliated. I am aware of the neighbors outside. A group of young men laugh about something in the distance. I hear people’s footsteps as they pass by. Mean while, his blows continue to hit me. Humiliated I muffle my moans and screams into the sheets. My hands fist the fabric tightly. I will allow the passersby to hear the cracks but I will not allow them to hear my pain.

He belts me and moves away. I can hear him and I hope he is moving towards the window to close it. But he isn’t.

He comes back and his belt falls brutally on me once more.

And suddenly I become aware that this is no normal beating. No … HE is different. The beating is different. It has lost it’s familiarity. It feels as though he is taking something OUT on me.

He grabs my wrists and ties them together with a tie. The belt has gone to being a single strand instead of being doubled. He shows no mercy on me as his blows fall all over my back, legs and ass. I am screaming into the bed, whimpering on the edge of sanity.

He loops the belt underneath my hips and lifts me up.

I am frightened for what’s to come next, not certain how much my body will have to endure. Will I feel the belt against my cunt? The belt falls two more times HARD against my back and suddenly familiarity returns as he whispers in my ear that “this belting ends here”.

He positions himself behind me as I continue to whimper into the sheets. He shoves himself inside me and begins fucking  me furiously. He interrupts my groans by shoving his boxers into my mouth. My nostrils are overwhelmed by the scent of him. My nostrils breathe him in deeply as my mouth clamps down on the fabric.  

He fucks me viciously, taking me, taking it all out on me. I hear him groan “yes” as he fucks me. Still, I whimper beneath him.  I feel him explode inside me and withdraw… allowing the rest of his seed to hit my back.

He pulls out and lays next to me. Both of us are panting.

And so I lay there, thinking, “What just happened here?” And yet I can’t help feeling he took something out on me. He used my body to ease what troubles him. But I can not say.

He senses my inner thoughts and tells me he feels he could have taken things a little too far right then. I do not want him to feel worried. I am fine. I lean in and kiss him and tell him I am fine. He looks at my back and tells me I don’t want to take a look. But as quickly as marks appear, they are even quicker to disappear. My body heals rapidly.

And so I am left to wonder. What is it that he sees when he beats me? What does he think? What is he searching for? What does he want to accomplish?

The entire experience was new to me. Not negative, just unfamiliar. As a submissive, I take great comfort in having my body serve his needs. He needed something from me. I am all the more willing to give him what he needs. I take comfort in doing so.  

Yes, I am fine.