Belt Meets Pussy
A Thanksgiving application of leather belt to eager pussy, via Letters From A Seraglio:
The belt came later, on Thanksgiving Day.
I don’t know how we got started. But I remember lying on the bed, listening to Robbie in my kitchen, putting things away, and feeling my arousal grow. Sometimes I feel there is a cord of connection between us; when one of us feels the love and the excitement, the other does too. It stretches and pulls on both of us.
He came into the bedroom where I was lying and looked at me. We might have exchanged words. But I also pulled my long skirt up to my waist and opened my legs wide. I had been pumping my hips against empty air for several minutes, and my sex felt lustrous and swollen.
He stripped. He went and got his belt. He looked at me; he looks at me so intently, and so dangerously at times, I shiver with the desire I feel radiated back at me. He wrapped the belt in two and he hit the sole of my right foot with it, twice. It hurt more than I expected it to.
He looked at my cunt. “You know, when you felt the belt, your cunt just opened another quarter of an inch and pussy juice gushed out.”
“Mmm-hmm,” I murmured.
Standing next to me as I was stretchd out along the bed, he moved up my body, bringing the belt to my breasts. I was lying on my hands, restraining myself, still with my legs butterflied out. He hit both breasts just once. I moaned and looked down; the nipples were tight berries of arousal. “It’s so awful,” I said.
“What is so awful?”
“You want to deny you like it, but your body betrays you. Traitor body. I’ve read other people talk about this but I never felt it so much until now.”
He shrugged and gave an “Oh dear, your life is sooooo terrible”, sardonic twist of his mouth. Then he beat my breasts again, several times each, hard.
By the time he got to my pussy, I was so turned on I was about to come. He cracked the belt down hard on my thighs and then twice, right on my clit. I was still on the brink of orgasm. “Do you want more?” he asked. I was confused; I definitely wanted more. He clarified. “Do you want to come first and then have more? Or do you want more now?”
“More now.”
Crack. Crack. Crack. I came. The belt cracked down maybe half a dozen more times—I would have relished twice as much as he gave me, but being greedy is no good. I came twice more.
I appreciated the “traitor body” remark. Bethie usually starts chiding her nipples: “Stupid nipples! I do not like that!” But of course, she does.
