I took my belt, folded it in half, and pressed it against Rochelle’s mouth.
“Lick it. Get the taste of my leather in your mouth.”
Rochelle gave my belt a nice, long lick with her tongue.
“Now, kiss the instrument for breaking you.”
Rochelle gave my belt a nice warm kiss.
I took my belt and held it almost against her ass. It didn’t quite touch her. I let it hang like that for a moment, letting every second stretch agonizingly for her as she waited. I slowly drew it back, held it in the air, and then swung in. Rochelle jumped a little and let out a tiny yelp as the belt struck her ass. It wasn’t too hard…yet.
I whipped her a few more times with the same strength of impact. She was getting used to the feeling. Then I swung harder.
Rochelle jumped again at this, and yelped a little. Then I laid the belt down by Rochelle’s face. She looked rather perplexed. She seemed even more perplexed when I took her panties and shoved them up against her mouth. Her eyes went a little wide, as if she didn’t see this coming. But I pressed against the back of her head to get my point across. She dutifully opened her mouth, and I shoved the panties in. I then took the thinnest of all belts, a light pink one, put it against her mouth and wrapped it around her head to hold the panties in. She was now very effectively gagged.
“There”, I said, “That should muffle the screams. Don’t want to give the neighbors too much of a show, do we?”
“Uh, how much screaming are you expecting?”, asked Gary.
“Enough…if I do this right.”
If it was possible for Gary to look even more nervous than usual, he sure did now.
“Remember, it’s your prerogative as the Handler to use her safeword if you feel it necessary”, I reminded him.
I let that soak in for a moment as my hand wandered down her back. Then it was time. I picked my belt back up, and struck her ass with it. It was harder this time. She twitched, and grunted through her gag. I let the feel of that soak in for a moment. Then I reached down with my free hand to take a firm grip of her hair, and had at it.
I whipped her ass at a slow and steady pace, starting with the same impact as the last strike. After about a minute of that, I started to ramp up the force of the strikes. She started grunting with each strike. As I whipped her ass harder and harder, the grunts turned into something else. It was something animalistic, as her grunts were getting higher, more like yelps. She was writhing around on that island, held down by me, as I continued to whip her.
It’s hard to think of a more satisfying sound in life than the sound of a leather belt against a nice, firm, round ass. I would think the thwack of that mixed with the sounds coming out of her gagged mouth would turn on any man. Certainly, any dominant man.
Gary just stared, transfixed at the sight of his wife turning into this new submissive creature before him.
Rochelle wasn’t quite screaming yet. I stopped for a second, held the belt just off her ass. Her cheeks were getting nice and red. Her breaths were coming in heavy, and there was a low, moan mixed with those breaths. I reared back, and this time really let Rochelle have it, with her hardest taste of the belt yet.
“Mmmmmmfffff!”
It was nice and loud, even muffled through those panties in her mouth. Her breathing was suddenly much heavier as she sucked air in through her nose. I whipped her again like that, and she screamed even louder into her panties, and tried to wriggle out of my grasp. Gary looked extremely concerned now. Can’t say I blamed him. It was time to check on her before going any further. I laid the belt down in front of her face, so she could see what was going on. Then I leaned down over her, with my face closer to hers.
“This may not be what you want. It might be what you thought you wanted, but maybe it’s too much for you. Some things in life are better left to fantasy. I’m going to undue this belt and pull your panties out of our mouth. You are then going to do one of two things. You are going to ask your Handler to say your safe-word. I will then pick up my things and leave, and we’ll never see or hear from each other again. This will all be over, and you can go back to normal with your husband.”
I saw a searching look in her eyes. I gave her a moment to let it sink in.
“Or, you are going to ask your Handler to shove the panties back in your mouth so that we can finish what we’ve started. If we do that, the whipping continues until I’m done. It’ll hurt…much worse than this.”
I gave her another moment to consider these options.
“The choice is yours. There is no wrong decision here, just what’s right for you in the moment.”
Rochelle’s breathing was steadying now, more even. I undid the belt around her head, pulled it away, then reached into her mouth with my fingers and pulled the panties out of her mouth. They were soaked in her saliva. A little stream of drool spilled out of her mouth. I laid the panties on the island by my belt. Rochelle took a few seconds to suck some air in and get ahold of herself. Then she looked up at me. After looking into my eyes, she looked over at her husband.
“What would you like?”, Gary asked.
“Shove my panties back in my mouth, so he can finish what he started.”
Gary just stood there, apparently not believing what he was hearing.
“Shove them in! I need to be broken for my sir! Shove the panties back in my mouth so he can finish beating me!”
This shook Gary out of his stasis. He respected his wife’s desperate desire, and his place in this arrangement, and picked up the very wet panties. Rochelle opened her mouth for them, and he shoved them in. I ran my fingers through her hair, stroking her, and then tied the belt back around her head sealing the panties in her mouth.
“This is for us now, Handler. Take a walk around the block. That should give us just the right amount of time.”
Gary just stood there for a moment, looking at me, as if his body was waiting for the signal from his brain. Then he looked down at his wife, back up at me, and then slowly backed out of the room. I waited until I heard the front door close, then I picked up my belt. I gently rubbed it against Rochelle’s face, and then draped it down her back.
Then I reared back, and gave her my hardest strike yet.
She screamed through her panties.
I whipped her again, and again, and again, in a steady rhythm. She screamed after every strike. I varied my hits every time, alternating butt-cheeks, sometimes striking right in the middle, and on the upper thighs. Then I ramped up the pace. I gripped her hair tightly to hold her down, and whipped her harder and faster with every strike. I wasn’t holding back now.
Rochelle screamed and bucked with every strike. She writhed like an animal on that typically suburban kitchen island, with deep, guttural sounds coming out of her throat between screams as she breathed in heavily. I kept whipping her with my belt, for as long as I thought she could take it. I’m sure it seemed like forever to her. Tears flowed. She was finally crying. It definitely hurt. The screaming intensified with every strike through the crying. I’m not going to lie, it seriously turned me on. I was really hard now, and really looking forward to fucking her after this.