Chapter 0 - 1

Your entire body tenses, the loud snap echoes through the room as a leather belt makes contact with your bear abdomen, you hunch over instinctively and guard yourself with your arms. "No, no, no." the deep voice growls out under his breath. "I told you to stand up straight like a good bitch." You slowly relax your muscles, unfolding yourself from your curled up position. "Hurry up!" You feel a hand on your throat, pulling you up by your neck into the standing position.

You gasp for a breath and reach for his fingers wrapped tightly around your throat. Your answer is his free hand making hard contact with your cheek, "Hands behind your back." His voice is calm, but commanding. You oblige, putting both arms behind your back, locking your fingers together and gripping tight as you become light headed. "Good girl."

You drop, heels contacting the ground, you hadn't realized he had been lifting you off the ground by your throat enough that you had been standing on your toes that entire time. Your body tingles as blood flow goes back to normal, and before the tingling stops another loud crack echoes in your ears, almost blurring your vision. You clench your fingers together tight, struggling your hardest to stay up straight as you were commanded, the pain in your left breast from the leather belt bringing tears to your eyes.

Another crack, this time your right breast, the skin swelling instantly leaving a large flat welt trailing to your nipple. "You should be grateful, I'm teaching you proper manners, and posture." He pauses for a moment, watching your face as you stare back through blurry, watery eyes. His expression changes from a blank look to more of a frown and he pulls back one arm, thrusting it forward, impacting your already bruised abdomen hard with his fist.

You exhale sharply, knees shaking and fingers almost pulling apart as you try to breath in but find that you can't. You start to panic, never having had the wind knocked out of you before, you make the motions to breath, body not listening, until finally your diaphragm begins to work again and you take what feels like the largest breath of air in your life. Your legs steady and you stand up as straight as you can once again.

"Are you that much of an ungrateful bitch?" He asks, punctuating himself by slapping the leather belt against your thighs, one after the other. Your breath still ragged, you stutter out "T-thank you." meekly, you aren't even sure if the words actually escaped your lips. "What was that?" He asks you quietly. You repeat yourself, lips quivering. "Thank you!" Your voice is still a whisper, though this time you are positive you said it.

"I think I heard you wrong." He runs the belt between your breasts and down your abdomen. "Spread your legs." You immediately do as you're told and part your legs as much as your shaking knees allow. Before you can react in the slightest he swings the belt upward, slapping hard against your bare pussy, causing you to arch up onto your toes as an attempt to lessen the sting. "Only thank you? Here I was thinking you had stopped with your ungrateful bullshit." He smacks your thighs again, this time the insides since your legs were now spread apart.

"Thank you sir!" You yell out loudly this time, coughing as you finish the last word, throat still sore from being choked. "It's about time." He pats your head and your body relaxes fully, finally finished with your punishment. As you sigh in relief, your eyes widen as the belt contacts your pussy yet again, caught off guard you collapse to your knees, clenching your most sensitive area with both hands as he rains down blow after blow from his belt onto your bare back and ass.

He grabs a handful of your hair and pulls you back up to your feet, the look in his eyes had gone from mild frustration to pure anger. Instead of running, you find yourself speaking. "Thank you sir.." you manage to mumble just above a whisper as you stand yourself back up straight, arms behind your back, ready to accept the beating you know you deserve.
