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other was a much thinner trouser tie.
    Punishment! Darth had said punishment! Arabella squealed again, but it did her no good as Darth hauled her to one of the bedposts at the end of the huge four-post bed. There he lifted her wrists high over her head as she wiggled and fought his hold. But he took the thinnest belt and wrapped both of her wrists, pulling them higher to bind the belt around the bedpost securely. Bringing even her heels off the ground. She was hung helpless and naked, heaving from the exertion of trying to escape him.
    " God , you are beautiful," he uttered, swiping a broad hand across his scarred mouth as if he had not meant to say it.
    Darth was standing to the side of her with one of his hands hung down at his side and the wide leather strap dangling to the floor. Arabella clenched her eyes and tensed in terrified anticipation of the lash she knew was coming. Flinching when Darth moved. But no sudden pain came across her back. Instead, she heard the soft whoosh of the feather mattress. Then she dared to open her eyes to see Darth stretched out like a great feline cat laying crossway's on the corner of the bed. His penetrating gray eyes were gazing up at her. She'd never felt more exposed in her life, stripped naked and bound immobile before a man.
    "I hate you!" she cried, not knowing what else to say or to do as Darth lay there, and then he smiled slowly. Arabella's heart caught unreasonably, for she would never think the brute, the bully, who was so utterly male, could be attractive in his own way. But she did! And that frightened her more than being at his mercy. She could not help it with him looking at her so. Darth's eyes were leisurely sweeping down the length of her nude body, and there was obvious appreciation in their gray depths.
    Suddenly, she felt unexpected heat flushing her body, drawing her nipples upward into tight swollen marbles. Oh heavens! Did this man not abuse her, take her clothes, tie her up, and promise to-to whip her? She was so confused as she wiggled beneath Darth's gaze, feeling suddenly breathless.
    "What are you going to do to me?" She could stand it no longer.
    "Are you a virgin?"
    Arabella clamped her mouth shut defiantly.
    "You are stubborn, little dove."
    Darth brought the strap upward and flicked it around behind Arabella, catching the other end with his hand as he lay on his side. Both of his hands now held an end of the strap, as the strap itself settled across the under curve of Arabella's plushly ripe bare buttocks. Arabella gasped twisting against the soft leather corralling her sumptuous ass and Darth sawed the leather back and forth. She tried to arc away from the insidious leather, and the movement thrust the firm globes of her breasts upward, exploiting the fevered peach colored thrust of her nipple buds. They were swollen tiny cherries that were fat and quivering.
    "How does it feel, Arabella?" Darth sawed the strap across Arabella's ass again, watching her breath catch in a hard pant as her nude body trembled. "It is hard to believe that a strap like this, which can dispense such a nasty sting, could be so soft." Darth's eyelids grew heavy-lidded, holding her gaze as if it too was bound to the bedpost. She shivered in fright, before him. "Do you want me to strike this against your sweet little ass?" he murmured. "It will hurt, little dove."
    Darth allowed her no answer as he loosened the belt, and then he snapped it forward again between his hands. The strap snapped across Arabella's tender buttocks, “POP,” making her yelp in surprise. Her young body struggled then, but he had her captured.
    "I will never tell you!" she cried.
    The thought of it provoked Darth beyond temporary reason and he came up on his knees before Arabella, while still holding the belt around her wiggling ass. Then, he lifted her up to him with the belt as a cradle beneath her bare buttocks. She had no choice but to separate her thighs, until he had her hot cunt riding the outline of