He slaps the belt on the palm of his hand. The sound fills the room like a gunshot but Hannah doesn’t even flinch. Apparently she’s used to this sort of thing. Scott smiles, his excitement overflowing already.
“Are you ready to get started?” Scott asks, slapping the belt against his hand again, hard enough to leave a red mark this time.
“Whenever you are,” Hannah replies.
In lieu of a reply Scott smacks her across the ass with his belt.
Hannah yelps in surprise and takes a small step forward to maintain her balance. She flashes him a dirty look.
“Surprised you a bit there, didn’t I?” Scott says, his mouth turned up in a wicked smile.
“A little,” she says.
He smacks her across the ass again, a little more forcefully. But Hannah was expecting it and bites down on her bottom lip instead of making any sound. She glares at him with defiance in her eyes.
“You’ve got a little bit of an edge to you, don’t you?” Scott says, laughing softly. He’s thoroughly enjoying this.
Hannah doesn’t bother with a response. She just continues glaring at him.
“That’s good,” he says. “It’ll make it more gratifying when I break you.”
Hannah scoffs. “Break me? You?” She shakes her head. “It’s never going to happen.”
“We’ll see,” Scott says. He smacks her ass again, even harder.
A flash of pain crosses Hannah’s features for a moment and she makes a little gasping sound. Fortunately her breath is quickening and her face is starting to flush too, which means that the pain brings her some pleasure along with it. Which is exactly what Scott is shooting for.
“That one stung a bit, didn’t it?” he says.
“Nothing I haven’t felt before,” she replies, her mouth turned up in a sneer.
“So it’s not too much for you?”
“Not even close.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” Scott says. “Because we’ve got a lot further to go.”
“Bring it on,” Hannah says.
“Oh, I intend to,” he says.
He unrolls the belt from his fist and runs the tail through the buckle, creating a loop. Standing face-to-face with her, he slips the loop over Hannah’s neck and tightens it. Not so much that it’s choking her but not loosely either.
“Take your jacket off,” Scott says.
Hannah does as she’s told. If she’s at all alarmed by the belt around her neck she isn’t showing it.
“Now your bra,” he says.
She slips it off, revealing her huge tits. Firm but not overly so, floppy but not droopy, they are glorious and just begging to be played with. He can’t resist.
Using the belt as a leash, Scott leads her over to the nearest wall. Once there, he pushes her up against it, back first.
“Open your mouth,” Scott says.
She does.
Scott puts the tail of the belt between her teeth, lengthwise, the flat side parallel to the ground.
“Bite down,” he says.
Hannah bites down on the leather.
“Don’t drop that belt, no matter what,” Scott says. “Understand?”
Hannah nods.
“Good,” Scott says. Then he starts working her tits with his hands, groping and cupping and squeezing them before starting in on her nipples, rubbing and playing with her them until they’re hard.
Once they are both sticking out he grabs them between his forefinger and thumb, one nipple for each hand. He starts off by rubbing them between his fingers, gently at first but gradually increasing the pressure and intensity.
Hannah is moaning lightly behind the belt and her breath is growing ever more rapid. So far, so good.
He rubs her nipples between his fingers for another couple of seconds, then gives them both a hard pinch, eliciting a gasp from Hannah but not a big enough one to force her to drop the belt.
“Not bad,” he says. “Not bad at all.”
Despite the compliment, Scott doesn’t let up. In fact, he squeezes even harder, twisting both hands at the same time, tweaking her nipples, pulling on them, stretching them out.
Hannah is moaning loudly and her body is starting to quiver but still she doesn’t let go of the belt.
Likewise, Scott doesn’t let go of her nipples, pinching them between his fingers and turning them nearly 360 degrees before finally releasing them.
Hannah gasps at the sudden absence of pain, this time nearly dropping the belt from her mouth.
He barely gives her a chance to recover before slapping down on one of her tits with and open hand. She grunts behind the belt. He slaps the other tit, eliciting another grunt.
For the next minute or so he smacks the hell out of her tits, trading off, one and then the other, giving her just enough time to recover in between slaps that she feels the full force of every single blow.
By the end of the session Hannah’s tits are bright red and her chest is heaving. Tears are leaking from her eyes, making her mascara run down her face. But based on the tight set of her jaw and her defiant eyes, she’s far from defeated.
“That was pretty impressive,” Scott says, pulling the belt from her mouth. “You’re tougher than you look.”
“That was nothing,” she says. “I deal with worse every day.”
“I’m sure you do,” Scott says. He spins the belt so his hand holding it is behind her head, the buckle pressing up against the skin on the back of her neck. Then he raises his hand holding the belt over her head, pulling it tight around her neck, choking her. “And rest assured,
