Kitten,

I want to be rough with you.

I want A to be with you, not because I need more than you, but because I want to be rough and I want you to have someone to hold on to, someone to comfort you when I’m spanking you hard. I want you to have a companion going through what you’re going through, so you can cling together, shudder together, moan together.

What I want, Kitten…

The two of you lying naked on the bed, on your stomachs. Your wrists are tied together, as are hers, and pulled up toward the head of the bed and tied there, so that you’re lying stretched out on the bed. I run my hand over your body, down your back and over your bottom. My fingers slip between your legs and squeeze your inner thigh, slide along until I’m almost touching your pussy. I slap your bottom, gently, once, twice. And then A’s, the same way.

And then I take off my belt. You hear me unhook the buckle, hear it slide out of my pants. You wait, knowing what’s coming, shivering a little at the thought. A senses your nervousness and tries to move a little closer to you.

You know it takes me a moment to double up the belt and wrap it around my hand. Then you feel my hand on your bottom again, rubbing you gently for just a moment. And then the belt strikes you, not too hard but enough to sting a little. Again you feel my hand on your bottom — and then the belt, again. And again, on the other side this time. Back and forth, slowly, not too hard at first, I spank your bottom with my belt, until your ass is pink and stings just a little when I run my hand over it.

Again, you hear the belt, but this time it’s being applied to A’s bottom. Several swats, each no harder than the ones you had, and then a pause while I run my hand up your back, into your hair. I grab your hair and pull your head back, not too fast but not gently either, pulling your head up and turning it so I can look at your face. Your eyes are closed, as they should be, but your lips are parted and you’re breathing fast, nervously.

I lower you back down, and a moment later the belt strikes your bottom again, harder than before. And this time it doesn’t stop as quickly. This time, it continues until you wonder if you can take it much longer. You know, at some level, that you can stop it with a word, but at the same time you feel helpless to do anything about it — feel that you have no choice but to endure the spanking and whipping you’re receiving.

It continues until you’re breathing in ragged gasps, your body shuddering. You aren’t crying, not quite, but you wince with every blow, and I can hear you moaning between each swat of my belt on your now-red bottom.

A has tried to press herself against you through this, and you feel her warmth along your side. You feel protective of her, and want to comfort her because you know that in a moment she’ll be spanked the same way.

Finally the belt stops falling on your bottom, and you realize that A is gasping just as you are, her body shivering alongside yours. In the intensity of my belt striking your bottom for so long, you didn’t realize that I was alternately spanking her as well, and that you were both being whipped together.

I reach up and pull the rope binding your hands, and the knot falls apart, freeing you. I do the same for A, and the two of you roll to face each other and hold on to each other, kissing, burying your faces in each other’s neck.

You know that in a few minutes I’m going to make you do hard things, make you kneel side by side while I take your asses, while I make you come with my hand on the back of your neck and my cock deep inside you. I’ve told you both what you have to do today, and you both know the spanking, as bad as it was, wasn’t the hardest thing I’m going to demand from you. And you both know you’ll obey. But you hold on to each other desperately, both eager and nervous about what is coming.

Soon, Kitten.

Love,
Sir