You come into my room and see that I'm curled up under the covers in my bed. I am sleeping, but I won't be for long. You pull back my blankets and without a word lift my hips and push a pillow beneath me. I've begun to wake, but it's unclear to me yet as to what exactly is going on.
Not a word is exchanged as you lift my night shirt up and pull my panties up tight between my cheeks. I let out a small moan as I realize what's going to happen. You tap my leg to signal me to spread my legs, and I do so without the slightest bit of protest. I feel a tap again this time on my inner thigh to tell me that my legs must be spread wider still. I spread them a good few feet apart and instinctively push my bottom out. I feel your cool fingers roaming over my butt and it gives me goosebumps. Your other hand grabs the waistband of my panties and pulls tighter. Without letting go of my panties, you spank my bottom about 10 times, very quickly and very hard. I squeal and my right foot flies up unexpectedly.
We have yet to say a word to one another, and the silence is starting to make me feel a little uneasy. You are quick to grab my ankle and firmly place my leg back in its place. I hear you unbuckle your belt, and slide through the belt loops. You fold one side leaving about a foot of length. I feel five very distinct strokes, all on my right leg. The first lands at the top of my thigh, the second above the knee, then the top of my calf, followed by another one about six inches below that, and the last one landing on the bottom of my foot. I dare not move, I know without being told that moving is exactly what earned me those five strokes.
You just let me lay there for a few minutes, allowing the pain in my leg to sink in. You lay the belt down next to me, I can smell the leather.
You're hand goes between my legs and you run a finger over the cotton that's started to get just a little damp. You push the fabric aside and push one finger into my pussy, I let out a long moan. I am very wet and you wiggle your finger around a bit before pulling it out and picking up the belt once again.
The strokes come steadily down on my bottom. I do my best to stay perfectly still and be a good girl, hoping that if my behavior is so good I might receive a reward. Once my bottom is pink and burning like mad you have me sit up on my knees.
You dangle something new in front of me, all I can tell is that it's a series of small chains. I soon figure out what it is though. As it turns out there are exactly three small chains all connected to one point, and at the end of each chain is a clamp that can be secured as tightly or as loosely as you please.
