She walked into the apartment already wet. The text from Marcus had been short and filthy: "Strip when you get here. Bend over the arm of the couch. Don't move until I say." No hello, no small talk. Just the command that made her cunt clench.
Lena dropped her clothes in a pile by the door. Naked, she crossed the living room and leaned over the wide leather arm, tits pressing into the cool surface, ass up and spread. Her thighs trembled.
She heard the door lock behind her and Marcus's heavy steps.
"Look at that greedy ass," he said, voice low and rough. "Already pushing back like a bitch in heat."
His palm cracked across her right cheek without warning. The sting bloomed hot and sharp. Lena gasped but stayed still. He gave her the left side next, harder. Then he paused, letting the burn sink in.
"You know why you're here," Marcus growled. He rubbed the handprints, fingers digging in. "Because you begged for it last week. Said you needed your ass worked over until you couldn't sit. That right?"
"Yes, Sir," she answered, voice already shaky.
Another two smacks landed, one right after the other, right on the sit spot. The sound was loud in the quiet room—skin on skin, meaty and sharp. Lena's pussy dripped down her thigh. Marcus noticed and laughed once, mean and pleased.
"Fucking soaked already. Spanking turns you into a slut every time." He delivered a rapid volley of ten hard swats, alternating cheeks, building heat until her ass felt twice its size. Each impact jolted her forward, nipples scraping the leather. She moaned openly now, pushing back for more.
Marcus stopped and ran two fingers through her folds, coating them in her slick. "This cunt is dripping for a beating. You want the belt or my hand?"
"Hand first, Sir. Please."
He gave it to her. Slow, deliberate smacks at first, then faster, harder, until the whole surface of her ass burned. He focused on the lower curves, the places that would sting when she sat tomorrow. Lena's breath came in short pants. Tears pricked her eyes but she didn't safe-word. The pain twisted straight into thick, throbbing need.
Marcus stepped back. She heard his belt slide free. The leather doubled and snapped against his palm once, a promise. "Count them," he ordered.
The first stroke of the belt landed across both cheeks. Fire exploded. "One!"
He laid them on steady and mean—ten strokes total. Each one overlapped the last, turning her ass into a canvas of bright red stripes. By the time she choked out "Ten," her voice was hoarse and her thighs were shaking so hard she almost collapsed.
Marcus tossed the belt aside. He grabbed her hips, yanked her upright, and spun her around. His cock was out, thick and leaking. He pushed her to her knees.
"Suck it while your ass cools down. Then I'm going to fuck that sore hole until you scream."
Lena took him deep, tasting salt and skin, while he reached down and slapped her burning cheeks again, lighter now but still enough to make her whimper around his shaft. Spit ran down her chin. He fucked her mouth rough, holding her head, using her.
When he pulled out, he hauled her back over the couch arm. No lube. He didn't need it. Her pussy was a mess. He slammed in balls-deep on the first thrust, bottoming out against her tender ass. The impact made her yelp. Every stroke after that ground against the fresh welts, mixing pain and pleasure until she couldn't tell them apart.
Marcus fucked her hard and fast, one hand fisted in her hair, the other reaching under to pinch her clit. "You take it so fucking good," he snarled. "Ass all striped and you still push back for more dick. Greedy little pain slut."
She came first, cunt clamping down, a raw shout torn out of her. Marcus kept pounding through it, then pulled out and painted her welted ass with thick ropes of cum. He rubbed it in with his palm, smearing it over the heat like lotion.
After, he pulled her up, turned her, and kissed her deep and slow. His hand stayed on her ass, squeezing the marks he'd left. "Good girl," he murmured against her mouth. "You took every bit of it."
Lena leaned into him, legs unsteady, ass throbbing in the best way. "Thank you, Sir."
He led her to the bedroom, laid her face-down, and brought a cool cloth and water. He cleaned her gently, then stretched out beside her, fingers tracing the raised lines on her skin.
"Next time," he said, voice already turning darker, "we'll use the cane."
Lena smiled into the pillow, already wet again at the thought. Her ass hurt like hell and she wouldn't have it any other way.
