Fast forward to the following week, when I was summoned to the bedroom for a spanking. Ron stood at the door, grinning. Pillows were piled at the foot of the bed, and the belt lay beside them, ready for use.
It was my turn to look wide-eyed. What a surprise!
“Oh.” It was all I could manage to say.
“You’re in for a treat. I’m going to use the buckle end.”
He wouldn’t, of course. I burst out laughing and gave him a hug.
Ron first positioned me on my knees in front of him so that I could show my enthusiasm for his new-found creativity. After a few minutes he pushed my head away. “We’ll come back to this later.” He helped me to my feet and motioned for me to bend over the foot of the bed.
Ron is an expert with the belt. I think he practises when I’m not around. He has perfected his technique so that he no longer leaves marks on my backside. I found myself standing on tiptoe, arching my back and thrusting my bottom up to meet the leather on its decent. Each time he stopped to rub my reddened cheeks, my heels returned to earth.
When Ron decided my bottom had had enough entertainment, I once more knelt in front of him and finished what I had started earlier. Then we snuggled under the covers and I was well rewarded for my efforts. It was an afternoon to remember.