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braced above my head, his forehead almost touching mine.
    ‘Someone’s been begging for a belting,’ he said softly. ‘Haven’t they?’
    ‘I don’t know what you mean,’ I said, coyly over-dramatic, the situation making my face burn.
    ‘Yes, you do, you minx.’
    He held me by my chin and took a fierce kiss from me until I nearly lost the use of my legs and slid down the wall like a person in a cartoon.
    ‘Go on,’ he said, releasing me. ‘Get those jeans down and bend over the arm of the sofa.’
    I stared at him, joyously open-mouthed.
    ‘Now!’ he ordered.
    I scampered off at the double, and, shivering inside, unbuttoned and lowered the jeans. Once they were mussed around my ankles, I bent over the arm of the chair, presenting my bottom in its sensible M&S cotton knickers.
    ‘That’s it,’ he said approvingly, once he had come out of the bedroom with the belt. ‘You know you need it, don’t you?’
    ‘Oh,’ I lamented, not quite able to talk the submissive talk, good as I was at bending over.
    ‘No, come on, I asked you a question, love. Now, what’s the answer? Do you need it, or do you need it?’
    I snorted. ‘Both.’
    ‘Good. Right, I think these might be surplus to requirements.’
    He pulled the knickers down.
    ‘You should have told me to take them off,’ I said, mildly surprised.
    ‘Are you telling me what to do? As it happens, I like pulling them down. It gives me a nice feeling. Right here.’
    He nudged his jean-clad crotch into the lower curve of my bottom. It was hard already. When he pressed it into my pussy, he soaked it in my flowing juices.
    ‘Point taken,’ I said.
    ‘Now get that arse nice and high, ready to be kissed by the leather. More than kissed, I’d say. A good, long, full-on snog with tongues.’
    ‘Oh, bloody hell,’ I said, nervous now. What if it was unbearably painful?
    He paused and put a hand on my bottom.
    ‘You OK?’
    I nodded vigorously.
    ‘Fine, honestly. Just a little … apprehensive.’
    ‘Yeah, well, you’ll tell me to stop if it gets too much, right?’
    ‘Go back to being all mean and dominant, Dan. I’ll tell you, I promise.’
    ‘Right you are. Mean and dominant.’
    He put his fist underneath my nose. It had the belt partly wrapped around it, about half of its length trailing away over the side of the sofa.
    I took a good deep sniff and my eyes crossed with heavenly lust.
    ‘You’re getting that,’ he told me. ‘Kiss it. Go on.’
    I laid my lips reverently on the supple hide, then watched it disappear from view.
    I tensed my buttocks, but all that happened was a light, ticklish sensation as the V-shaped end of the belt dangled between my cheeks.
    I twitched.
    ‘That tickles.’
    ‘It’ll tickle you some more. Stop tensing up.’
    He patted my rump until I unknotted the muscles, cursing him under my breath.
    I didn’t hear the belt fly through the air – I’d been hoping for that sexy whipping sound – so when it landed on my bum I was a bit shocked and my hand flew behind me to cover the little patch of sting it had left there.
    ‘Move your hand,’ commanded Dan, then, when I didn’t, he grabbed my wrist and tucked it under my stomach where it rested on the sofa arm. ‘No more of that or I’ll give you double strokes.’
    I waited for the second, and then tried to work out if it was more or less painful than his hand. His hand was heavier and covered more area, but this had a unique viperish quality to it that promised torments to come.
    It was deceptive in its lightness, little whispers of pain flicking over my bottom until he started to lay it on more heavily and then I began to rock and gasp. Solid bars of heat fell, one, two, three, then stopped.
    I looked over my shoulder. He had put the belt down. Was that it?
    ‘No,’ he said, in answer to the unspoken question. ‘Just an interlude.’
    He spread my thighs and began to rub my clit, gently, not enough to bring me off, but little teasing touches that had me