Each crack of the belt made her jump, terrified of the leather licking her tender skin. The marks it left would be bright and stinging and Elsie already knew she wasn’t going to make it through the night without at least a few. While the sight of the belt in his hand incited terror in the young woman, it was the tone of his voice that set her nerves on edge.<br/><br/>Oscar closed the space between them - the distance that had made her safe from his wrath. It only took that one finger to make her do as he wanted. Elsie dropped her arms to her side, exposing breasts still perky with youth and the soft pink there illuminated by moonlight. Her fists were clenched at her sides and as his gaze raked her body, she turned away.<br/><br/>They had had moments when little Elsie unraveled at his touch. It was Oscar who had woken her sexually, Oscar who tended her needs by tending his own. She had never been convinced that he loved her, and she never expected love to form at his side of their marriage. But, he’d never been vicious, never this angry. The way he looked at her though, something was different and made her terrified of her own husband.<br/><br/>His next order left her head spinning. Elsie’s feet were rooted to the floor as confusion washed over her. She understood what he’d demanded, but didn’t understand why. What was said before that had made no sense to her, but she knew better than to ask for clarification. With every move dripping with hesitance, she took those few steps towards the elegantly carved bedpost. Her fingers wrapped around the hardened wood, and she leaned into it until the post itself was set between her soft breasts.<br/><br/>And then it hit her. Like a disobedient child still under a father’s rule, he was going to hit her. She’d expected the sting of the belt, but not like this. Elsie fought with the idea of refusing, demanding he treat her like his wife and not like a petulant little girl. Yet, when her worried blue gaze looked over at him, she knew that would only earn her something worse.<br/><br/>He stood there with the belt in hand, tense muscles tight under his perfectly fitted clothes. Seeing him fully dressed while she presented herself to him completely exposed and vulnerable further solidified her position.<br/><br/>“Oscar.” She breathed his name, as if that alone would bring him back from his anger.