Mordecai's hand cupping her ass. Massaging it tenderly. His other hand held the belt buckle and folded the belt in half.  It too joined the other hand. Rubbing along the new slave's unmarked ass.<br/><br/>He raised slightly, bent his knees and stepped to one side. The hand with the belt swinging backward then snapping forward. The first strike across both ass cheeks detonating with a solid crack.  He was not going to give her a chance to breath before delivering four more just as solidly.<br/><br/>His hand to the waist band of her jeans to hold her in place. Mordecai used the belt to brush across the heat he had left there. Letting the pain soak in. It would be random for here on out. The back of her thighs and her buttock were the targets.<br/><br/>Mordecai brought that belt up and swung.  Connected solidly.  He counted to an odd number then hammered her again.  Sometimes counting to three, sometimes nine. Never allowing her to know exactly when that next strike would hit her flesh.<br/><br/>He couldn't decide if he liked how she welted or how she moved when the belt leather exploded against her flesh.  It was going to be disappointing when she begged but he gave her time between the strikes to think about it.  After all he was fair minded fellow.