Go Low

Nikki bent over me and used one hand to hunt for the spiked belt on my shorts. She managed to unbuckle it. Suddenly, my shorts felt all too vulnerable now. I kicked my legs pointlessly, but Nikki had put all her weight down on me.

“I’m going to beat your ass, you little bitch!”

I’d never seen Nikki so pissed. Maybe she hadn’t expected to be stripped to her underwear at all?

Suddenly, she pulled away from me. She wrenched at my belt. With each pull, my hips were forced off the ground. It came out of the loops and off in her hands. I was expecting worse, but I didn’t stop to ask questions. I pulled my knees up and tried to roll away.

But it was all part of Nikki’s plan. I wasn’t ready to be simply stripped yet.

I felt the blow from my own belt come hammering down across my back. I screamed as it whipped across me. I’d never felt such pain before. I scrambled faster and faster to get away. Nikki swung again and I felt the leather slap across the seat of my shorts.

I shot to my feet in agony. This was beyond anything I’d expected. Nikki had taken things to a whole new level.

I thought there and then about fleeing and giving in. Things were now totally against me. I was getting my ass whipped and I was only two articles of clothing away from my underwear being on show again.

I began to stumble away from Nikki, my hands across my ass. Yet I could feel her following me, my belt clutched in her hand.

Laura had discussed that getting stripped to my panties was a distinct possibility, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to fight like hell to make sure it didn’t happen.

I got some distance and looked back at Nikki. She twirled my belt around, but she wasn’t making a dash towards me. I had to put a stop to this or it could mean disaster.