#belt spanking

Getting disciplined with his own belt.

Weapons of Ass Destruction.

Belts with studs, leave a longer impression on the recipient.

A good dense and pliable leather belt, will grab your husband’s attention, from the very first swat.

When the twisting and turning starts, you know you’re getting through.

New blog post is up. A LONG Overdue Belting!

When spanking your husband with a belt, make sure to also spank the back of his legs.

Get a good belt and use it. And you’ll get a well behaved husband.

When teaching your man a lesson with the belt…make sure you’re swinging HARD.

A doubled over stamped leather belt, can wreak a bad backside very well.

Overhead swinging with the belt.

When the belt comes off, you know you’re in trouble.

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Precisamos conversar sobre  certos assuntos pendentes…

We need to talk about certain pending issues …

If you notice, she has a twist in that doubled over belt. This will cause for a lot of dreaded “edge” swats which feel like a wet can biting into your backside. Evil!

I’d be just as or more concerned about her taking off that heavy leather belt as I would be about the tawse.

When “the belt” is coming for you.

Remember…a woven leather belt, can be taken off to teach your man a lesson. Anywhere. Anytime.

Bringing the hands up off the bed gets me “penalty lashes” AFTER the spanking.

He took his time. He had as much of it as he needed. The buckle, off in one smooth motion, a single, solitary ‘click’ as the catch clacked against the frame. Then it was all swishes, slipping past each loop with the intimacy of a whisper against her ear. Only she was on the other side of the room, and she was chewing on her lip.

He was faced with a decision, then, as he folded the belt in half over his hand. The decision was concerning which end of the belt to use on her. The loop was attractive, if only for its neatness, although it would leave a single, livid mark. He liked to be able to tell exactly where each stroke had been, trace it with his finger.

Or he could use the other end, where the two ends hung loose, where they would hit her in sequence, one after the other, in a fraction of a second. But she would feel that one two, feel how they offered an individual sting, each their own. It would create a more even spread of colour, even if he lost something in the power department. 

And he took his time deciding. He had time to take. She, on the other hand, was treating each second with a mix of trepidation and gratitude, hoping each would somehow suspend, draw itself out longer than it had any right to be. 

She also hoped that they would not. 

Lift up your skirt and bend over the arm of the sofa while I remove my belt.

Fooling around before a trip to the woodshed. The leather strap is about to meet those cute knickers.

Hmm…

Disciplinarian on the left, submissive on the right.

Just a few minutes with the belt…