instructor144: ginnabelle: verse50:I loved his belt. Sometimes he wrapped it around my waist to br
instructor144: ginnabelle: verse50: I loved his belt. Sometimes he wrapped it around my waist to bring me in for a kiss. Sometimes he tightened it around my hands as I sucked him. Even better, he occasionally brought it into the bed and pinned my arms back with it. I got so I listened for him undoing it when he came home…the whisper of it coming out of his belt loops never failed to make my heart flutter. As time passed I became more comfortable, bolder. He never struck me with it but I wondered what it would feel like, just once maybe. I told him so, shyly, as we lay together one night. “Really, baby?” he whispered, grabbing my ass closer to him. “More than a spank?” He gave me a quick, open-handed swat with his hand. I moaned. “Well, I would like to try it a little, once or twice to see if I liked it. We’ve done a lot so far and it’s been really hot.” I hid my face in his neck, still shy. I felt his smile against my forehead, then a gentle kiss. “We can do that, baby. Not right away, though. You aren’t ready yet.” “Ok, I trust you,” I said. Eventually I fell asleep to him gently rubbing where he had spanked. His hands were so warm, the cheek he spanked was a different warm. I wanted to feel him all the time, any way I could. A month or two went by. He still used his belt like before, just more often. I saw it frequently, next to him on the night stand. He would loop it up and graze my face with it, running it down my front. Sometimes he let me undo it when I got between his knees. That was a special treat, usually only he did the unbuckling. One day, he called me from work. His voice was different. We played a little as normal but there was a deeper thrill in me. “I’ll be home a little earlier today,” he said. “I want you on the bed facing away from the door, ass in the air. Edge for me. Be wet but don’t cum.” “Yes, Sir,” I said, immediately, instantly trembling. He hung up and I lay there trying to calm myself. What was he going to do? I was on the bed in the required position when I heard the door open. His footsteps pounded closer, closer…now he was in the bedroom. There was only deafening silence and my heartbeat whooshing in my ears. Finally he spoke. “Open up that pussy. I want to see your wet.” I reached back and did so. “Good girl,” he said, softly. Still no motion from him, still more waiting. My legs began to tremble. Then I heard. A slow unbuckle of his belt, then the shush of it coming out of the loops. I fluttered all over. Then suddenly, a loud crack. I reared up without thinking and peered at him questioningly over my shoulder. He had snapped it in the air before looping it up in one hand, now standing silently and still completely clothed. My pussy started to crawl out of me. Instinctively I knew we would be here for awhile. “Yes, baby,” he said, answering my eyes. “It’s tonight.” Damn, that’s some great erotica.. Concur. @ubertaz -- source link