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Chapter 8

  • Bella’s POV
  • I shoot off the floor like a bottle rocket on top of the mattress trying to get to the other side of the bed. Ivan quickly grabbed a hold of one of my ankles and yanked my lower half back onto the floor. He then forcefully bent me over by applying weight onto my shoulder. I was panting out of breath from the excitement, but that didn’t deter me from begging him not to spank me. “Please, Ivan I’m sorry for the way I’ve acted. Let’s just start over, a clean slate. Give me one more chance, please don’t spank me.”
  • “You request a redo a clean slate and promise that you’ll do as your told.” He asks me and I reply, “yes daddy I promise.” Ivan mumbles an “ok” while releasing the pressure he was using to hold me down. I stand upright and show my gratitude “thank you daddy.” Ivan just nods his head and then I see his eyes light up like he just thought of something grand. Next thing I know he’s telling me “now bend back over the bed like you just were, but this time I want you to interlock your fingers together behind your back. I stare at him confused as to why he is requesting the same thing from me. I finally stutter out “b..but I..I….thou..ght ne..new start.”
  • “It is a new beginning, that you promised you would obey fully to me. So, show me I’m giving you the order to bend over this bed right now, put your arms behind your back and interlock your fingers together. Or did you just lie to me? ‘Fuck this asshat is actually swift in his thinking. There is no rebuttal I could give him, because he’s right.’ I think to myself. I decide not to say another word, but just do as he commands. My whole body is trembling as I lay my upper body onto the mattress. I slowly place my hands behind my back and interlock my shaky fingers together.
  • “Good girl, now I would be lying if I said that this wasn’t going to hurt, or that I’m not going to enjoy it. Because I’m about to tare this ass up, where it will be marked with bruises for days. And I will most definitely get my rocks off by spanking you. If you take your punishment like a good little whore than I’ll let you get off also. Now you will count every lick that I give you. Your not to move out of this stance at all, that means no thrashing about trying to get away. Every time that you do the count will be reset to zero and we’ll start all over again. I think twenty-five licks should do just fine.”
  • Ivan doesn’t even give me time to register the words he just spoke before he reaches and grabs a handful of my hair, and serves the first swat. The initial contact when the paddle meets with my ass stings, but it’s bare able. “One” I holler out, Ivan then releases a volley of hits one after another. He does it so fast that I lose count. So, I just spit out “two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.” Scratch what I said about being able to handle the stinging, because I can’t. A burning sensation is the only thing I can feel, and it keeps growing hotter and hotter. Ivan releases more brutal swings, back to back to back. I scream out the count “Fourteen” while tears are pouring down my face. With each new strike it takes the breath out of me where I’m barely able to say “nineteen” when he gets done with the that set of licks.
  • I’m not sure when or why but suddenly I feel a liquid stream gushing down the inside of my legs out of my cunt. I’m praying that he doesn’t see the evidence of what his spanking is doing to me. I know it’s too late for my hope when his hand goes between my legs and smears the wetness down my thigh. “You’re quite the little vixen, I can see how wet my pussy is getting. Tsk, Tsk, discipline’s aren’t supposed to be enjoyed. I guess I’m not using enough brute force.” Ivan focuses the rest of his assault on the spot where my thighs meet my butt, exactly the part of my body I use to sit down on. The sheer power this man hits my ass with lifts me up off of my feet. Between my sobs I spout out the count until we finally reach twenty-five.
  • He drops the paddle and starts pulling upward on my hair. I have no choice but to crawl forward up onto the bed. Once we’re both in the middle he starts yanking my head back where I have to lift up onto my hands and knees. Once I’m bowed over doggy style he lets go of my hair. He moves each hand to a side of my waist and digs his fingernails in so hard that I’ll no doubt have bruises. In one brutal thrust he’s inside of me all the way to the hilt. I can feel the walls inside my pussy ripping apart to accommodate the size of his dick. I let out a gurgling scream from the pain.
  • Ivan shows no mercy with his vicious strokes, slamming inside of me over and over again. Keeping me in place by his firm hold on my hips, he makes me endure the pounding he is giving me. He starts talking dirty to me. “You took your retribution so damn good for daddy. I love the way your ass is red and bruised from my paddle. What made my cunt soaking fucking wet and ready for me? Was it the pain that you felt, or the fact of you was being owned by daddy. Damn sweet heart your so tight.”
  • His hands let go of me, I quickly scurry away trying to get away. He flips me over onto my back, throws my legs over his shoulders and continues. Not being able to handle the pain from his assault and the friction of my ass rubbing up against the bed, tears pour out of my eyes. I start pleading with him, “please I can’t take it, stop your hurting me. Oh god please, no” I try moving my legs down, but he wraps his arms around my knee caps, lifting my butt up so he can go even deeper than before. He slides one hand down and puts his pointer finger on my clit and starts twirling it around.
  • Life of a bad hand