Usagi Tsukino had never particularly enjoyed punishment.
Unless, of course, delivered by one Mamoru Chiba.
That was how she found herself naked and bent over their bed, ass in the air. Her crime? Wearing his black leather jacket without asking and leaving a rather noticeable grease stain on the sleeve. Her feet were planted on the floor, legs spread, while she braced herself on her elbows. Mamoru's leather belt was tied firmly around her wrists, while her teeth bit down on a braided belt wrapped around her head.
Fitting, considering how much she loved wearing his leather.
His fist held the buckle of a third belt as he circled the strap around his hand, securing his grip to his weapon of choice.
Mamoru placed a deceivingly gentle hand on her back and leaned over, resting his belt hand on the bed so she could see what awaited her.
"How many do you think would suffice, Usako?" His breath tickled her ear and she squirmed at the sensation.
Usagi knew to aim low; that Mamoru would double whatever number she gave him.
"I asked you a question," his low voice drawled, and he stroked a slow finger down her spine. Usagi's back arched as she sucked in a shaky breath.
"F-five," she whimpered around the leather gag.
"How many?" Mamoru taunted.
"Five!" She flushed red hot at the humiliation of her garbled speech.
Mamoru sighed down at her like an impatient teacher ready to scold a naughty pupil.
"I can't understand you when you mumble, sweetheart," his voice dropped dangerously low. "We've been over that before." Mamoru rose, tall and imposing to stand at her side. "I was going to let you off with ten, but you've given yourself an extra five for not speaking clearly."
SMACK.
The leather whipped against her right ass cheek before Usagi could even begin to panic over fifteen spankings. They had never used a belt before, and the sharp sting from the leather was tenfold compared to Mamoru's palm.
"One," he counted.
Another smack hit her thigh just below the curve of her ass and she grunted, teeth grinding on the belt in her mouth. Mamoru had been strategic in giving her something to bite down on.
"Two."
A scream tore from Usagi's throat when the belt hit the same spot on her ass, wholloping the already searing flesh. Moisture pooled in her core at the pain as another lash whipped the skin of her back.
She grunted with every hit, sagging against the bed as Mamoru abused her tender flesh. Tears streamed down her face as he switched sides and began his assault on the left side of her body. Her skin blazed and her pussy quaked with each strike. Sinking further into the sheets and trying to stay on her feet, she ground her hips against the mattress, chasing the building orgasm from Mamoru's punishment.
"If I see those fucking hips move again, you're getting ten more," Mamoru growled.
Usagi let out a muffled sob, her lover's threat only intensifying her need to release. She gazed back at him, silently begging for his cock to come save her from this brutality. And to her displeasure he was deliberately ignoring her, knowing far too well that he couldn't resist her sapphire gaze.
"Fourteen."
Agony. The last lashes threatened to shatter her completely as her left thigh blazed at the impact.
Just one more.
The last one is always the worst.
"Fifteen."
The rough sound that escaped Usagi as the fifteenth lash demolished her left ass cheek was half guttural howl, half relieved moan. Despite her battered, bruising skin scorching her entire backside, moisture dripped from her core and down between her legs.
She panted through her pain while Mamoru shuffled out of his clothes. Firmly, but delicately, his capable hands lifted her onto the bed, rolled her onto her back, and pulled her towards his long, eager cock. Mamoru wrapped Usagi's legs around his waist, and tugged her hips forward so her ass was suspended in air, safe from unnecessary pressure.
He teased her entrance with his cock and gazed down at her with a devious grin, not giving her the satisfaction of entry.
"Have you learned your lesson, Usako?"
She whimpered, shimmying to take purchase and get him inside her, but could do little with her still bound hands.
"Did you," his thumb put the slightest pressure on her clit, ripping a moan from deep within her. "Learn your lesson?"
Usagi nodded frantically, desperate for release, desperate for him to take her, consume her, ruin her.
Mamoru's hand returned to her hip. "That's my good girl."
He slammed into her with enough force to shake the bed, sliding home in rapid, deep thrusts. Usagi loved rough Mamoru, the wild predator who took what he wanted from his mate. He was intoxicating, and she drowned in his ether as her orgasm overtook her completely. There was only them, only the explosion of pleasure from her lover as he took what was his.
Usagi floated in her haze as Mamoru gave her everything, releasing his orgasm in a roar. He was panting, still holding her bottom half tightly around him. Ever so carefully, he untied her wrists, then rolled her onto her stomach and eased her fully on the bed. The braided belt was loosened and the ache in her jaw brought her slowly back to reality as the gag was removed.
Mamoru–her warrior, her king–cleaned between her legs, and his strong, gentle hands rubbed soothing balm all over her battered, sore backside. He massaged her wrists, her jaw, her feet, and then wrapped her body within his warmth, kissing her eyes and her waiting lips.
"You were beautiful, Usako," he whispered as she began to drift. "Such a good girl."
"I'm wearing the jacket again tomorrow," she murmured happily into his bare chest.
The soft rumble of his laugh and the strong beat of his heart lulled her into a blissed, restful sleep.
Writing less than 1000 words is hard, okay?!