Whip Tracey’s ass with your belt

“Enough!” you say in what you hope is a commanding tone. “Get on my bed, face down.”

Tracey lifts her face from your feet and crawls to your bed. She stretches out on it, face down, head resting on her crossed forearms.

You push down your jeans, kick them off, then move to the bed. You slide your hand down Tracey's bare back, enjoying the feeling of her soft, smooth skin. When you get to her ass, you grab one of her ass cheeks and give it a hard squeeze. She moans and her hips rock up into your grip.

You remember BDSM porn you’ve seen and take a cue from it. You lean over her and tell her in a low voice, “I’m going to whip your sexy ass now. I want you to lie there and take it. Thank me for each stroke of my belt. If you say ‘stop,’ I’ll stop, and you can leave and never come back. If you make it to 10 strokes, I’ll take you as my ****. Do you understand?”

Tracey nods and groans, “Yes, I understand.” Her hips undulate, humping up and down. Her breath is fast and heavy. “I’ll take it. Take anything you want.”

You chuckle, “Good girl,” and give her ass a playful swat with your hand. Then you stand straight. You let the end of the belt rest on her buttocks for a moment, then raise it. You swing down. It lands across her smooth, white ass with a SMACK.

Her body jumps. She yelps “OW!” She pants once or twice and whines, “Thank you,” in a high-pitched voice. She shifts her position, gripping your pillow tight with both hands and pressing her face into it hard.

You swing again. —SMACK— The belt leaves a second red stripe on her pale ass, criss-crossing the first.

Tracey is better prepared for this blow. She doesn’t jump, but her body stiffens. “Owww! Thank you,” she says, her voice muffled by the pillow.

You decide to change up the pace. You lash the belt down three quick times. —SMACK—SMACK—SMACK—

The naked girl lets out a high, keening sound, “Eeeeeeeeee… “ Her feet make quick little kicks up and down against your mattress. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she squeaks into your pillow.

You trail your fingers lightly over her ass, feeling the heat from her reddened skin. “It’s not too much, is it? Do you want to stop?” you ask, your tone smug and a little teasing, knowing she can’t deny you anything you want.

Tracey lifts her face from the pillow and shakes her head. “No. Don’t stop. Please. I can take more. I want to. Want to be your ****,” she pants.

“Good girl,” you tell her and give her ass a light pat. Then you raise the belt again. “Get ready,” you warn her, giving her a little more time to anticipate the pain. You swing the belt a little harder. It lands —SMAACK—

Tracey almost howls, “OWwwww…” Her hips squirm back and forth and she groans, “Thank youuuu.” Her fists twist your sheet.

The sight is incredibly erotic. Your cock strains and twitches in your boxers. You lift the belt again and lash it down. —SMAACK—

Tracey’s head lifts. Her back arches. She cries out “Aiii…” She starts to say “Thank y…” but you whip the belt through the air, cutting her off with another —SMAACK—.

Her head thrashes back and forth. “AH! Shit! Fuck!” she shouts. “Thank, thank you. Thank you.” She rushes to say it twice in case you didn’t count the one she couldn’t finish when the belt landed.

You chuckle at her eagerness to follow your instructions. “Just two more. Can you take it?” you ask. Tracey just nods, teeth clenched, breathing heavily through her nose. You stroke her hair, then raise the belt again. You lash it down. —SMAACK—

“Aowwwwwee…” she squeals as she writhes on your bed. Tears well up in her eyes and drip onto your pillow. “Th, thank youuu…” she sobs.

“Last one,” you tell her. You whip the belt down, putting just a little bit more **** into the lash. —SMAACK!—

“AAAAHHhhh…” Tracey cries. Her body jerks. Then she sprawls out limp. She sucks in a few deep, ragged breaths. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” She murmurs over and over.

You bend over her and whisper in her ear to correct her, “Thank you, ‘Master.’ You’re my **** now.” You hold the belt to her lips.

“Thank you, Maaaasterrrr,” she groans, and kisses the leather.

You loop the belt around her neck like a collar. Then you push down your boxers. After you grab a condom from your desk drawer and roll it onto your hard cock, you move onto the bed. Your knees press her legs wider apart, and you can see the big wet patch her pussy had made on your sheet.

She yelps, then groans as you grab her hips to pull them up. Your thumbs press on the hot, red flesh of her whipped ass. But she moves into position on her knees and elbows. Her back arches to present her dripping cunt to you.

You grip the base of your shaft to guide the head to her slick pussy lips, parting them with the tip. It takes you a few fumbling, prodding thrusts before you find her entrance and push the head of your cock inside.

Tracey cums immediately. Her body locks up and her cunt spasms and clenches down hard. The **** pushes your cock back out. “Hey!” you yell, more in surprise than anger.

She mewls, “I’m sorry, Master. I, I couldn’t help it. I’m so fucking turned on. I’ve never cum so hard in my life.” She sounds **** to placate you. “Please, forgive me.”

You grin, and press the head of your cock back to her pussy. You give her a little warning slap on her thigh. “This time, don’t cum unless I give you permission,” you say in a stern, warning tone.

Tracey nods her head frantically. “Yes, Master. I’ll try.”

You push in again, this time sinking all the way in. The warm tight feeling of her pussy is the best thing your cock has ever felt. Her body flinches when your crotch grinds against her tender ass. It doesn’t take more than a few thrusts before you feel like you’re about to cum. Despite your magic power, this is still your first time. You’ve been crushing on Tracey for so long, and now you own her. It’s too much of a turn-on. Your hips buck. Your cock pulses, and you cum hard, your body shuddering. Your hands clench hard on her hips.

Tracey shivers and gasps, “Please, Master! Please, may I cum!” sounding panicked.

You push in as deep as you can and hold her hips tight before you answer, “Yes, ****.”

She trembles and her pussy clamps down on your cock. Her juices gush over your shaft and run down over your balls and her inner thighs. You hold inside her until her spasming is over and she can breathe again. Then you let her go and she slumps down to your mattress, sweaty, red-assed, and spent.

You grin wide as you look down at her. That wasn’t a bad way to lose your virginity, you think to yourself.