Crash

I undo my belt quickly, slide it through the loops of my jeans, stand back and swing it through the air at him. It strikes him with a satisfyingly solid feel and sound, a sharp and heavy crack.

I hit him again, and again, his back, his arse. The belt flies over and down again and again, each time the sound and force resonates up my arm and into me, his skin reddening.

—Crash, from Domme Chronicles: Erotic tales of love, passion, & domination