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362wrist. Then he took the other one and did the same. He sat back down on the chair and said, %u201cI think you can be a little bitch.%u201d%u201cSorry. It appears I have taken away the pleasure you had earlier. Drink the rest of your whisky. It will help take the pain away.%u201dHe drank from it until it was empty.%u201cYou have complete control. You can do what you like to me.%u201d She told him. %u201cI kicked you viciously without provocation. I let you fuck me and I humiliated you, despite you showing kindness and goodness. Any true-blooded man would be filled with rage now, but not you. You sit there getting drunker and drunker because you%u2019re a wimp. I bet Linda was fucking half the village behind your back to get a proper man to fuck her the way she loved it. You are a useless pile of quivering lard.%u201dHe bent down and slipped the belt from his trousers, stood up and wrapped an end of it around his hand.%u201cI think you need a lesson, Betty; one in manners and to learn the value of respect. He raised his hand and lashed down with the belt. The end slapped hard across her up-turned bottom, painting a near instant red stripe and a whelp there. The angel in the large painting above them on the wall screamed silently to pull his head out away from the cunt of the woman tied to the rock, and stare instead, at the raging man as he repeated brought his leather belt down across Betty%u2019s soft bottom.The Angel would hear her crying and pleading for Harry to stop, and would listened to the slaps that echoed off the studio walls, and wondered how good men could turn so bad; and the angel, if he could have removed his head from the woman in the picture, would look at the empty bottle of whisky and know why.After many whips of his belt, he finally say down and looked at her. She was weeping and whimpering, her body shaking in fear and with pain. Her bottom was a blood-gorged shapeless lump that had belt marks Insanity