Carrick's voice was quiet, but throbbed with desire as he ran the belt up Adelice's thighs "It's not a punishment, slave. When I punish you, you'll be begging for mercy, not for more. It's to make sure you know you belong to me..." He wound the buckle end of the belt around his hand.
"My slave. My slut. My pretty little toy, to be used as I wish."
He struck hard twice in quick succession, the supple leather biting into the warm flesh at the exact same sport he had beaten her at the slave market.