#alyaktalks

a harder, heavier smack echoed through the room as your body tensed violently, your ass shook upon impact, feeling the burning sting which quickly turned into pleasure, “…hah…hmm…”

“why should i go softer? i warned you that if you continue to brat off, i’ll spank this cute ass of yours.” zayne rested a hand on your lower back, rubbing it slightly whilst also bending you into a small arch, “stay in this position, you only have 10 left.”

you whined but held onto the pillow tighter, bracing yourself.

SMACK!

your body tensed again, legs kicking with the heavy sting that lingered, your torso lifting off the bed. zayne noticed instantly, “down.”

“…m’trying..” a small whimper left your mouth, slowly lowering yourself again, “…s’too much…”

as much as he tried to be stern, his heart melted at your words, zayne stopped for a second and knelt beside you, revealing your face slightly wet with tears, “do you need to say the safeword? we can stop if you want to.”

you shook your head no, “…no..m’okay..”

“you sure? should i continue?” zayne leant down closer to your face, giving you a kiss on your temple. he felt you nod, yet that wasn’t good enough.

his hand went under your chin, lifting your head upwards, “hey, i need words, darling.”

you took a deep breath, nodding still, “yeah..you can c-continue…”

zayne brushed the hair that stuck to your forehead, “just as hard?”

“just as hard..”

“alright.” zayne rubbed your hair, gently lowering your head again. he noticed your back already lifted, gently whacking it with the back of his hand, “down, baby.”

zayne stepped back, holding the belt nicely in his hands and folding it. his hand rose, landing the belt on the centre of your ass with a harsh smack. a loud cry echoed, yet you actually stayed still.

you gripped onto the pillow tighter, already feeling tired from the overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure, “ah..zay—“

WHACK!

“agh! zaynie..! hmphh!” your hand went back, holding your poor ass cheek in your hand, hoping that your whines didn’t fall onto deaf ears.

you awaited his response, the silence only made your heart slightly drop, not wanting to disappoint him at all. that’s not what you wanted. you were sorry, for bratting off and for ignoring him earlier. all of it.

however, your only response back was a soft scoff.

“…i’ll make it quick, rid you of your suffering hm?” zayne walked closer, grabbing your hand and pinning it to your back, his foot rested on the back of your legs, keeping you still. the hand that captured yours pressed your lower back down into a deeper arch, “ah—what are you..?-“

THWACK! SMACK!

zayne swung the belt in a quick succession, not stopping once in between each smack, making sure to hit your sit spots and the upper part of your ass. there was no time for you to cry or beg, not when he laid down so many slaps you couldn’t even count.

your poor ass reddened quickly, small welts were visible, not too bad but enough to sting when touched. your body didn’t even fight back, one thing zayne stored in the back of his mind to reward you for after.

“ow!—ah! plea—ow! zayne! zayne! gah..!” you whined, yet soon enough accepted your fate, staying still and biting the pilllow, trees running down your face and thighs. zayne didn’t stop until he reached 15, finally dropping the belt and removing himself from your body to admire his work.

you fell limp, your hands dropped to your sides, your back lowering as you whimpered, “…ow..”

zayne knelt down, already rubbing your ass with his evol, soothing the burn and redness, “…shh, you did so well. took your punishment like a big girl hm?”

you nodded, too tired to speak, already feeling sleep take over your mind, your face scrunched up slightly, “…hah..g-gentle..”

“yes, of course.” zayne stayed with you there until it didn’t feel as hot as it did before, kissing your cheeks every so often. his other hand rubbing up and down your back.

after some soothing, you finally spoke, “…you were so mean…”

“i have to be mean sometimes, my love. but look, now i’m not mean anymore.”

you rubbed your eyes of your tears, hiding your face in a pillow. zayne sighed, trying not to giggle at your cute state right now. he stood up and sat beside you , gently lifting your body up and into his lap. Your ass off his thighs to keep you from squirming, “shh…” his hand rubbed at your tears, kissing your forehead.

hiding your face, you whined into his chest, resting further with every rub on your back. zayne gently kissed your cheeks, rubbing your neck, “you didn’t even move for the last ones, what a good girl. you deserve a reward, my sweet. what do you want me to do?”

you didn’t speak, only grinding your hips into his crotch. the action spoke for itself, your wet pussy dropping onto his trousers. “oh?” zayne smirked, his hand rubbing your hair, the other hand going to his trousers and unzipping them — his belt already been put to use.

he gently pulled his trousers and boxers down enough for his half hard cock to spring up, resting proud. impatiently, you began grinding harder into his cock, your slick lubricating his cock already, “…want it..”

“patience sweetheart, let me adjust you first.” zayne lifted your body upwards so you straddled his lap properly. by the time he finally got you into a position where you didn’t rest your bruised ass on his rough trousers, his cock was already throbbing with precum.

“go on,” he urged, “sit down gently.”

you held onto his shoulders, lowering your body onto his cock and moaning, “…big..”

zayne laughed, kissing your forehead, “i know…but you can do it, i know you can.”

you laid your head on his chest, slowly lowering your pussy down onto his cock, despite the slight burn from being stretched so far. you sat down properly, feeling so full, “…hah…mhm, love your cock..”

placing a hand on your head, zayne rrubbed your hair, gently untangling the curls which got jumbled up from his rough handling — when he was throwing you onto the bed before spanking you raw.

he rubbing his chin on the top of your head, speaking softly into your ear, “…i can feel you fighting sleep, rest.”

“nuh uh…” you whined, shaking your head no. zayne sighed, “you’re tired, and you know it.”

“nuh uh…” another bratty whine.

zayne grabbed the hairbrush from the bedside table secretly. he whacked your cheeks twice as you jolted, “ah!—ow! okay!”

“don’t start with your brattiness, i’m not afraid to bend you back over the bed.” zayne’s firmer voice made you instantly melt, hugging him tighter whilst rubbing your cheek that he hit, “…okkaaayyy!”

zayne placed the brush on the braid table once more, rubbing your ass, “sleep now, it’s enough brattiness from you missy.”

“…enough brattiness from you missy…” you mocked, yet paused when you heard his grab the brush again, “no! i’m sorry!”

“yeah, that’s what i thought. sleep, before you bite off more than you can chew.” zayne put the brush back. all you heard after that was the soft hums of zayne’s heartbeat and the soft squelch of your pussy wrapped around his cock