Slowly work into it—she needs to learn a lesson.

"Well," you say, trying to keep your voice steady and in control, "I don’t think you’re in a position to make demands, let alone give orders." Cin’s been toying with you all this time, but now the game is shifting. If this white-haired seductress craves a lesson, who are you to deny her? With a playful smile, you slap the makeshift whip against your palm, the crack sharp in the stillness.

Cin’s eyes flash as she glances over her shoulder, a sly grin tugging at her lips. "I suppose I’m not in a place to object or ask for mercy," she murmurs, her bare breasts pressed tantalizingly against the wall, her voice a mix of mock submission and challenge.

"No, you’re not." In one swift motion, you snap your wrist, wanting to make sure she feels it, while testing to see whether she's truly into this BDSM game. The belt slices through the air with precision, but instead of targeting her **** back, you aim for the firm curve of her jean-clad ass. The sharp smack echoes through the room.

"Fuck!" Cin gasps, her breath catching as the unexpected blow makes her arch against the wall, her ample chest thrusting forward. The back curves of her breasts flattens against the wood, spilling tantalizingly into view.

You opt again to strike her protected ass instead of her back. Simple **** is not your thing, the game, however, is sweet. The belt cracks across the same spot, landing harder than before, producing a satisfying sound as it meets the firm curve of her rear.

"Hmm," she groans, the sound low and throaty, her ass swaying in a hypnotic rhythm. At first, it seems like an attempt to shake off the sting, but you catch the subtle undertone—a slow burn of arousal threading through her pain.

"Something wrong?" you ask with a grin.

"I’ve never been spanked with a belt before," she admits, her voice steady but with a hint of arousal. "I’m usually the one dishing it out."

"Imagine how it’ll feel on bare skin," you taunt, your voice a low, throwing her own mind games back at her.

"Shwhit!"

Without warning, you strike again—faster this time, the belt whistling through the air.

"Ahh! You’re a fucking tease!" she hisses, her body jerking against the wall, her breasts bouncing from the **** of her reaction. Her breath is coming faster now, and her chest presses rhythmically against the surface, a subtle, erotic dance that draws your gaze.

You let the belt slide slowly behind you, a deliberate signal that the next blow will be more intense. Cin’s muscles tense, her body bracing for the inevitable strike.

"Damn it," she mutters, barely audible, as she turns her head forward, preparing for what’s to come.

"Shrackk!!"

"FUCK!" Her hands sprawl wide, **** for stability as her whole body shudders from the **** of the fourth lash. Her ass twitches, the repeated blows to the same spot driving a mix of agony and pleasure through her.

"You bastard!" she spits, though her voice wavers. She drags her hands back into position, pushing harder against the wall. "I didn’t have to strip topless just to get spanked on my ass."

"Oh, you most certainly had to," you quip with a smile and then deliver the fifth and hardest blow yet.

"SHHRACKK!!!"

"AHHH!!!" Cin’s body trembles uncontrollably, her moans now clearly mixed with increase pain and pleasure—primal and raw. The mixture of torment and ecstasy is unmistakable.

Her hands instinctively fly to her jeans, massaging the spot where the belt has repeatedly landed. Sweat glistens on her back, her breasts swaying with each motion as they drag slowly against the wall. You watch, enthralled, as she battles between the need for relief and the temptation to give in fully to her lust and masturbate.

"Fuck..." Cin breathes, her voice barely more than a whisper as she struggles to regain control. She pushes herself off the wall, crossing her arms to shield her exposed breasts. "Those last few really stung," she mutters, picking up her bra and jacket with one hand while using the other to preserve what little modesty she has left. "You’re stronger than you look," she adds with a begrudging smile. "I should’ve rolled the dice instead of getting cute."

Her eyes hint with a newfound respect, an appreciation for your unexpected dominance. "Where’s your bathroom, tiger? I need to compose myself" she states.