The leather belt was his favorite. After twenty-one hits, his ass was already red and throbbing, his breath exploding past his lips in little gasps and whimpers and moans. Tweek gripped the blanket, stifling another moan as Craig brought the belt down across Tweek's naked ass once more. The load crack of the leather coming in contact with flesh was met with a sharp intake of breath, a heavy groan, and a shudder. It smarted, leaving a white line across the red before blending in flawlessly with the rest of the leather-belt-induced stripes
"Twenty-two" Craig ticked off the number, dropping the belt and rubbing his hands over his lover's raw ass. "Happy birthday, Tweek."