She lost count after the twentieth time his belt can down on her ass. She knew this punishment well,

She lost count after the twentieth time his belt can down on her ass. She knew this punishment well, one he saved for her biggest transgressions. She knew it because she had suggested it shortly after their wedding when she first disobeyed him.

After her ass was burning red, a deep crimson that was sensitive to even the slightest touch, he entered her. Every trust brought him increasing pleasure and her increasing pain.

Her only solace was that once he was done, if she thanked him and groveled beneath him well enough, he might allow her to bring herself to orgasm while he watched.