The very very very naughty dog
ate my favorite, old, heavy, weathered and worn belt.
It was my very favorite.
I as so so sad :(
But...as Master didn't want his pants to fall down,
He purchased a new belt.
And...all new belts, need to be broken in, right?
"Lay over my bed, little girl," he commanded.
I was so excited.
I laid over the bed and he quickly
began with medium strength lashes.
It was stingy...and not completely in a good way.
I was trying to get into the right head space,
but it was really stingy.
He asked if I loved His new belt
and I shook my head, NO!
That didn't help my case.
He continued on but about ever five,
he threw in a HARD lash...
but immediately after the strike,
He stood behind me and pumped into me.
His hard body against my lashed skin
made the strike melt into ooey gooey warmth and wonderfulness!
Okay, Ya, I love the new belt!
(especially when it is wielded like he does!)