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Chloe considered her choices, her hand in Evan's. His undisputed authority rammed into her lap, tormenting her obedient sex. She'd claimed they were bedroom compatible. He'd demanded proof. She pictured herself bent over his tall wooden bar stool, skirt lifted, getting spanked, her bright red panties on show, proving her obedience to the patrons of Aisling Wine Bar. If he ordered it, she feared she'd obey. Her submissive vision thrust wicked confidence into their discreet conversation. She raised a single eyebrow, returning his challenge.

Hard discomfort prevented Evan from moving. He smiled, savoring her attainable beauty while options cycled at warp speed. His apartment. Too intimate. It suggested sex tonight. Uncool. His office. Creepy. A hotel. Seedy. His brain served him a simple solution, his manhood calming to permit action. "Give me a sec." Sliding from his stool, he approached the pretty bartender. Below his feet lay a basement tasting room used for small gatherings. He'd spied it beyond the restrooms. Its heavy wooden door offered discretion. Grabbing the girl's attention, he enquired.

Money opened doors. Not this one. Pocketing the key, he returned, approaching Chloe. She'd become more exquisite. Beyond all possibility, it remained true. Her infinite legs displayed endless confidence. Her short skirt and spectacular figure disappeared beneath her brazen courage. She knew he wanted to punish her. Not some inconsequential sting, but a thorough thrashing. He'd laid out his desire. Her ready acceptance had startled him. Leaning close, he whispered in her ear. "You're too beautiful. Come with me. You need belting."

Sliding from her perch, her frisky legs landed on the floor, swinging eyes her way. Guilty as charged, she grabbed her navy shoulder bag, accompanying him, a strange humility cloaking her. Guilt written across her beautiful body, their fellow bar patrons remained unaware she was getting belted for her beauty. Her supportive legs carried her down the stone steps, glad of his uncompromising demand. She'd dreamed of him being firm. She hadn't imagined proving her obedience during a date. His toughness felt correct. Beyond the restrooms, he unlocked an ornate door, leaning against its weighty wood. Raising an eyebrow, he tilted his head towards the restrooms. She smiled, accepting his subtle suggestion.

Minutes later, she reached their secret space, carved into gray stone walls. An enormous wooden dining table monopolized the tasting room. Nervous excitement spread. Despite the promised pain, the prospect of obeying him brought rich pleasure. His resolute demand had redefined their date. Behind her, he closed the heavy door, locking it. The turning key sealed her fate, soaring her sex. She must pay for being too beautiful. His glorious compliment plunged guilt deep, dragging her towards the huge wooden dining table. Twenty brown leather chairs surrounded it. She placed her handbag on a nearby seat, standing beside it. Frissons of sweet fear flooded her. Dreams cost. Expanding her repertoire of Evan fantasies into a full box set, she'd overdone it. Forced to pay for her scandalous thoughts, she needed him to prove unforgiving.

He strode to the table's far end. Shrugging free his suit coat, he placed it on a nearby serving table. Turning, he faced her, drawing her gaze to his. His focused fingers unbuckled his belt. Clinking the silver buckle he grabbed the leather sweeping it free. Folding its black length, he snapped it. Cruel bite slapped the stone walls. She shuddered.

"Chloe, you're too beautiful. You need belting. Show me you mean to obey me, accept the sting you must endure."

Arms hanging by her sides, she stood still, her insides quivering. He'd sentenced her. Her sex pumped hard respect through her body.

He pointed to the table end. "Face the table."

She shifted the few feet required to obey. Her sex approved her move. Pleasing him added sharp seasoning to her delicious obedience. Knowing he also loved his strictness added incalculable pleasure to hers.

"Remove your skirt." He held his breath. Although embarrassing, undressing wasn't yet painful. Cooperating would increase her pain, making compliance tough, almost worse than the belt itself. Proving her commitment would hurt. He wasn't helping her. She must reach his standards.

She struggled. Baring herself on his command was awful. His heavy gaze on her underwear would confirm her surrender. She could refuse. Bend over in her skirt. His belt would still hurt. His powerful presence closed in behind her. Warm breath heated her neck, his lips beside her ear. "You need it to hurt you."

Swamped by his simple declaration, her fingers unsnapped her side button. She wriggled her skirt down, dropping it. Stepping from it, she bent in her bright red bikini panties, collecting it. She folded it, laying it on another chair and faced her sturdy destination. Ordered into compliance, her skimpy panties felt perfect.

He lost his breath, watching her graceful obedience. Tight red cotton swept her cheeks, showing her undoubted sexiness. She stood facing her fate, in her underwear, well aware he would belt her, conscious it would bring incredible hurt. Still, she'd complied. He snapped his folded belt, relishing its clarifying crack.

Leather exploded in her ears. No pain arrived. Its wicked warning pervaded her body. She shuddered.

Watching her reaction thrilled him. "Bend over, Chloe."

Nudging her bare thighs against the solid oak, she leaned forward, lowering herself down its devastating length. Lying flat, her arms outstretched, her scant panties rose, baring more bottom. Responsibility rested deep in her soul. He'd demanded proof and she deserved this. She'd masturbated about him at work. Her disastrous loss of self-control demanded fierce natural justice.

He followed her straight bare legs, rising to her stunning backside. Bent over for her belting, her deadly red panties had tightened across her cute cheeks. Her luscious blonde hair rested on her back, cascading beside her, complimenting her rich red blouse. Her curves cried their commitment. He must show her the respect she'd earned. Reverence ripped within him, straightening his arm.

"Twenty stokes, Chloe. Take them with grace."

She swallowed. His stiff sentence comforted her. It wasn't reckless or selfish, but it would hurt. She'd never received a belting. Proving her promise beneath his belt felt honest. Head resting sideways, she exhaled, softening into her commitment. Her ears caught a low whistle. Cut off, its brutal crack crashed against the stone walls. Blazing sting inaugurated her butt, burning through her thin cotton. Fierce heat delivered no deceit. It hurt. Pressing her palms into her solid support, she bore her shock. Rich pain washed her mind, clearing out her naughtiness. The next leather warning disappeared into her mental struggle, exploding heat across her bare skin where her panties narrowed. She sucked in, releasing her pain through clenched teeth.

Stealing the worsening sting from her blazing backside, she repurposed it against her indecent behavior. The leather whipped her harder, praising her obedience. Willing cooperation flooded bold spirit into her agony. Worthy of him, she pressed her pain into the solid table, receiving unexpected relief. Brutal burn extended lower on her bare cheeks, punishing her.

Realization dawned. He'd trusted her, expressing his intimate bedroom feelings. Inner confidence spread incredible heat through her core, rivaling her burning bottom. They were compatible way beyond her commitment. He'd talked to her. His unequivocal belt burst its merciless sting, lighting fires she treasured. Flaring heat washed against inner warmth, proving his unbeatable strength. He'd set out his demand. She'd met it. She stilled her heart, admitting her private desires. Discipline dealt with her. She needed it. She also liked it. Crossing her tight cotton, the cruel leather stung a sensational celebration of her honesty. She panted through its persuasive promise.

"Half way, Chloe. Ten to go."

Severe strokes struck her bent bottom, raining his dominance down. She'd have hated some token sting. Proper punishment delivered unavoidable suffering. It improved her. She needed punishing. Wallowing in actual agony, she praised her boss. He'd introduced her to cleansing discipline, exposing her unbidden desire. Evan was her achievement. Hers, alone. His hard belt added generous agreement, licking her lowest skin, stinging sweet fury. She buckled down, determined to take her punishment.

He admired her bright red belt marks, several darkening, carrying out their noble duty to hurt. He hadn't cut her any slack. She hadn't cried out, driving harder strokes from his arm. Through his blistering belting, her motionless compliance broadcast her commitment on every single channel. He believed. He'd belted her in his dreams. She beat his wildest. Furious intensity consumed him, begging to burst from every pore. Only ever imagined in his fantasies, reality ripped into him, tearing into his heart, swirling around and stealing it. His pulse raced out of control. He gripped his hot leather tighter. He mustn't weaken. She deserved his commitment. He said, "Last one." Leaning forward, he traced his finger across her luscious thighs. "Here."

Beneath his dominant finger, her senses exploded. Her thighs understood their duty. Laying straight, her skirt would just cover the belt's merciless mark. Movement may reveal it. Fear rose. She quelled her rebellion. She deserved her humiliation. Her man had belted her. Others should see her discipline. She was proud. Shocked, she embraced her newfound courage. Shuffling, she straightened her legs, bracing for his branding.

Warm leather taunted its untouched landing zone, readying her for her embarrassment. Shame outstripped her core, sealing in her gratitude. The leather lashed both thighs. Savage sting surged from her struck skin. She cried out, praising its purpose, begging it to never cease owning her. Settling into her relentless sting, its perpetual presence proved she hadn't imagined him. Despite her strange desire, he respected her. Lavish comfort enclosed her.

"Stand up, Chloe," he commanded.

She stood, turning to face him. Stunning confidence surged. Unembarrassed in her tiny panties, she smiled. "Trust me?"

"Fuck, yes," he cried.

She grinned. Massive arms swept around her, pulling her tight against him. Hot lips plundered hers, answering her. Deepening his kiss, his answer expanded. His substantial revelation pressed against her, adding undeniable proof. Her sex begged for him. Held tight, she couldn't breathe. She didn't need to. On his oxygen, she floated in his protection. Her sex fired flames towards her belted butt, daring it to dispute its supremacy. Resistance was futile. Her butt lost. His enormous girth declared his intent. She breathed into their kiss. "Please."

Answering her plaintive need, he lifted her onto the table, pushing her back. She fell, her head cushioned in his hands. He shoved down his suit pants, extracting his manhood from his shorts. She spread her legs, unbuttoning her blouse. Her bra defeated her. His girth sidelined her panties, rising him over her. Laid bare for him, she stole fingers into her red lacy bra, skimming her delighted buds. He seized every inch she had to give, thrusting himself deeper than any man had ever reached. She screamed her pleasure, uncaring if anyone heard. His manhood owned her.

Holding her against her peak, he whispered, "The bar girl knows I had to belt you. I told her."

His sonorous tone fractured her. Fissures criss-crossed her, plunging tidal waves into her traitorous sex. His last thrust declared sovereignty. Vanishing into her passion, she lost herself in his unconditional strength. She whispered, "You told her?" Splayed on the table, embarrassment cast its stunning spell over her humble body.

"I wanted her tasting room. She needed a believable reason. I told her you'd earned a belting. She checked you out. She must have concluded you needed it."

Reveling in wondrous embarrassment, she grinned. "I hope it was expensive."

"She told me to make it worth it."

"You didn't pay!"

Grinning, he shrugged. "She agreed with me."

She kissed him, announcing her forgiveness.

He slid onto his side, the solid oak arresting his body. Leaning on his elbow, he studied her. He wasn't letting her go. "Breakfast?"

She grinned. His teasing offer spoke of firm commitment. "I haven't had dinner yet."

"I live above a hotel with twenty-four-hour room service."

"You mentioned."

"Stay with me."

She perused him. "One condition."

"Anything." He meant it. Nothing was beyond his means.

"Spank me before breakfast."

Grinning, he countered. "Over my knee."

Sliding from their plateau, she sought her skirt. Stepping into it, she said, "Deal."