Read Chastity Belt for Free Online Page B

bother her? Because for whatever reason, it really didn’t. If anything, it made her even hotter.
    “Don’t move out of position or I’ll start over from one,” Jonathan said.
    “Okay.” She shut her eyes in anticipation.
    “One.” The riding crop sliced through the air and landed on her right ass cheek and the sheer shock of it made her drop her hands and squat down to the floor.
    “Let’s try that again, shall we?” Jonathan helped her up. “One.”
    She gasped as the crop hit her left ass cheek this time, but she held her position.
    “You can always say the safeword, Sweet Georgia,” he whispered in her ear.
    Hell no!
    “Two.”
    Oh man, she had never before realized just how many ten was. Ten was a lot. By the time he had gotten all the way through to ten licks, her face was sore from grimacing. But amazingly, her pussy was wet. How did that even happen?
    “You did beautifully,” he said and she smiled. She knew she shouldn’t care what he thought because he was an arrogant bastard, but knowing she had pleased him made her happy. “Sit back down so I can cuff your ankles apart again.”
    Oh yeah. They weren’t done yet. The thought of the sharp cutting pain of the riding crop being applied to her tender pussy made her tremble with anticipation.
    Sitting on her freshly cropped ass hurt. Could she really handle that on her pussy? She lay her head back and stared at the rafters, trying not to think too hard about what was about to happen.
    “Georgia,” he said, leaning over and peering into her eyes. His voice was soft and for her alone to hear. “Are you okay?”
    Was she? Yes. Definitely okay, just weirding herself out. “I’m okay. Thank you.”
    “I don’t think you’re ready for this. We’ll just save the pussy-whipping for another time.”
    “No! You can do it, Jonathan. Really.”
    “I don’t think so. We’re done—you did great.”
    She was barely cognizant of the gentlemen in the audience cheering until she felt something light being dropped onto her bare stomach. She opened her eyes and realized that the gentlemen were coming up to her as she lay bound in the chair, her exposed pussy aching from the previous frontal spanking and her ass feeling as though it was on fire from the whipping. Each man dropped a bill onto her breasts or her belly. One man walked up to her and looked at Jonathan, who was standing next to her.
    Jonathan nodded to the man as if he were granting him permission or something. The man leaned down and pressed his finger into her pussy, feeling her wetness. Georgia didn’t have the energy to protest. Why bother? Just last night it was very likely that same man had spent several minutes licking her pussy, after all. So why tonight, suddenly, were these men looking to Jonathan for permission to touch her, as if he owned her?
    After the impromptu receiving line finished, Jonathan held up the chastity belt and showed it to the men. They clapped and whistled but Georgia started to struggle in the bondage chair.
    “Don’t even think about putting that on me, Jonathan Syler. I’m serious.” Oh god , she thought. She had to be sick in the head—because she wanted him to put it on her.
    Jonathan looked at her and smiled as he slid the leather-lined stainless steel chastity belt on to her and the lock clicked into place. “Don’t worry, I’ll take it off later tonight, when we’re alone together.”
    Georgia shook her head as he uncuffed her aching legs and arms. She stood and stretched as she looked him straight in the eye. “That’s a pretty fucked-up way to ask a girl out on a date.”
    Jonathan laughed. “I’ll take you out to dinner and then we can go back to my place.”
    “You’re not giving me much of a choice here,” she said. The thought made her pussy throb. “Don’t you want a girl to go out with you because she wants to, not because she has to?”
    Jonathan stepped up to her so that her bare breasts touched the soft cotton material of his