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Spanked with the Dreaded Belt
She had submitted to him, so she had to do whatever pleased him most
“Go get the calendar, slave.”
“Yes, Sir.”
She traipsed away and returned with the item requested.
She knelt before her Master and let the calendar rest on her boobs, just as he liked it.
“And slave, what does it say for today?”
“Eeeh,” she uttered while she clumsily turned the calendar around so she could read it. Her face fell when she read the single word. “Belt, Master.”
“That’s right, slave. Are you ready?”
“Oh, erm, I don’t know, Sir.” She added a nervous smile.
“And why is that?”
“I’ve never had the belt before, Sir, and I think it’s kinda scary.” So far, she had only been whipped with a cane and a flogger.
“It could very well be that you will find it difficult to sit tonight, or maybe even the rest of the week,” he said while he shrugged.
In this she gulped visibly.
“But that’s for me to decide, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Master,” she replied and cast her eyes down. She had submitted to him, so she had to do whatever…
