“Will it…will it hurt?”
“Yes, it will. This will not be a light, playful spanking. I am investing in you as a suitable bitch for me. There will be pain. You are going to scream. I won’t be through with your whipping until there are tears, or until I hear a safeword from either you or our handler. If you can take it, and I think you can, you will experience the gift of starting to learn your place with a man’s belt. Now, do you have any other questions?”
There was a pregnant pause. And then…
“Can we…can we start now? Please, Sir?”
Chapter 3
Rochelle sat across from me on the easy chair footrest I’d placed in front of the couch. There was a hungry look in her eyes now. She wasn’t avoiding eye contact with me anymore. Instead, her eyes were fixed on mine. Gary sat behind her on the couch. I reached over from my chair, and took Rochelle’s face in my palm. Without breaking eye contact with her, I addressed her new Handler.
“Handler, clear everything off your kitchen island. I want to get started on it immediately. You have less than five minutes.”
“Uh, ok. Yes, sir.”
I’m sure Gary was wondering what this was all about, but he quickly got off the couch and turned the corner from the dining room into the kitchen. Rochelle and I just sat there, with my palm on her face, as we listened to the sounds of frantic activity from the kitchen. Maybe three minutes later, we heard…
“All ready for you, sir.”
I rose and beckoned Rochelle up. I turned her around, gripped her arm and the back of her neck in my hands, and guided her in to the kitchen. Gary stood by the now completely bare granite-topped island as if at attention. The rest of the kitchen surfaces were rather cluttered. I bent Rochelle down over the island on the left side. She was just the right height for it. With her cheek resting on granite, I unsheathed my brown leather belt from my trousers, nice and slow, so that she could hear it. I folded it, and lay it down right in front of her face. While she was transfixed by my belt, I lifted the back of her dress up over her ass and held it in place.
“Handler, do you have a safeword ready for your slut?”, I asked Gary.
“Um, red. That’s ok, right?” answered Gary hesitantly.
“Red is fine, handler.”
I took the belt and gave Rochelle’s panties a quick swot with it. It wasn’t very hard, just enough to give her a feel for it. She flinched a little, no doubt since it was her first time. I gave her another swot, no flinching this time, and put the belt back down in front of her face.
“Anything you’d like to say, Handler?”, I asked, giving Gary an opening for their safe-word in case this was too much reality for him.
Gary looked down at Rochelle, searching her eyes.
“Uh, no sir. Nothing to say.”
Ok, no safeword.
“Hold her dress up like so, Handler.”
Gary held Rochelle’s dress up in place where I’d hiked it up. With both hands free, I gently pulled Rochelle’s panties down to her upper thighs. They were purple, and frilly. I had a feeling she’d bought them special for this. I shoved my hand between her thighs and turned it. She got the idea and spread her legs enough to hold the panties in place. Then I took a nice long look at that ass. It was as perfectly rounded as I’d ever seen. She was a thicker girl, and had some meat back there. A rounder ass with some shape to it is just the most satisfying thing for a belt whipping you can possibly imagine. They can usually take more punishment, and the sound of the thwack when belt meets ass is at its optimum, thanks to size and shape.
It was time to give Rochelle her first taste of hard leather against bare ass cheeks. She flinched a little again. Without those thin, sheer panties, the belt packed a considerably stronger sting. I whipped her once more, a little harder, and lay the belt back down in front of her face. I put my hand on her back to feel her breathing. She was breathing heavier now. Then I looked up at Gary, standing there next to me with his wife’s dress in his hand, looking down at her ass.
“Anything you’d like to say now?”
Gary looked down at Rochelle’s face again. She avoided eye contact for a moment, and then looked back up at him. It was a look that said she wanted more.
“No sir, nothing to say”, answered Gary. Good. He was starting to get into the mood.
“Ok, then. Up to your bedroom, Handler. We’re going to need every belt you’ve got, lined up in a row along here.”
I pointed to the right side of the island. Gary stared blankly. I looked him in the eye.
“And I expect them here in less than five minutes.”
Gary let go of her dress and hurried off. As we heard him clamber up the stairs, I reached under Rochelle’s shoulder and guided her to stand back up. I undid her dress, let it fall to the floor and directed her to step out of it. Then I turned her around to face me, in her bra and heels. Her panties were still down around her upper thighs. I kissed her, lightly on the lips. She responded. I kissed her again. A nice long one, with a little tongue. She really responded to that. She wanted more as I pushed her off.
“You’re sure you still want this?”
“Yes, sir.”
“It’s going to be painful. I have to break you on that table, or you’re of no use to me.”
“Yes Sir. I understand.”
The look in her eyes confirmed it. I kissed her again. Then I turned her back around, held her wrists together with one hand, put my other hand on her neck, and pushed her back down onto the island.
We heard the sound of clattering down the stairs, and then Gary came bounding in with every belt he could find. He seemed taken aback at first, as he caught his first glimpse of his wife’s new state of undress. A look passed between them, and he dropped the belts on the island. Then he hurriedly, yet still methodically, arranged them in neat precise rows along the other end of the island from thick to thin. I was impressed. That must have been the systems analyst in him.
I cupped Rochelle’s butt cheek and enjoyed the feel of it while he did this. When Gary was done, he stood back, practically at attention.
“Very good, Handler, very good”, I said.
As Gary watched, I unclasped Rochelle’s bra, pulled her arms out of it, and threw it on the floor. I then reached under to fondle a breast. Then I bent down to pull her panties down her legs, and lifted each foot to remove them completely. Rochelle was now completely nude, with the exception of her heels. It suited her.
“Handler, pick up your slut’s panties, and place them in front of her face, neatly. Then fold her dress and bra neatly, and set them on the chair over there.”
Gary picked up her panties, folded them neatly, and put them right in front of Rochelle’s face. She couldn’t help but take in their scent. Gary then folded her dress and bra and placed them neatly in the chair I’d pointed at. He was turning out to be ideal for this sort of work. He then stood back at his spot at the other end of the island, where he could see Rochelle’s face.
I took my time examining the belts, running my fingers over a few. I saw what I needed, and wouldn’t have to go out to my car for anything. I chose a thicker leather one, bundled Rochelle’s upper arms in it, and cinched it up, securing her arms up behind her back. I ran it through the clasp and back again and then tucked it in on itself. It did the trick. I pushed her lower arms up so that they crisscrossed over the small of her back, and tied her wrists together with a thinner belt.