She sat there naked with her legs crossed as she watched him dangle and as he did the memory of the sweet torture she endured at the hands of her Aquarius King played back in her head. Tonight was the night of her revenge. Tonight he would go from being her king to being her bitch.
There he was the man she dubbed her Aquarius King, her sexy Haitian Dream, her living Hershey's bar. His dark chocolate skin glistened in the moonlight as he dangled with his feet barely touching the floor and his mouth gagged as she stuffed her bra in his mouth. Tonight he was gonna pay for what he did to her.
She looked him up and down as she seductively walked around him. His eyes met hers as she stood in front of him that's when she noticed he was hard as steel. She didn't give him permission to be hard so she slapped him clear across his. She told him that as her bitch he would do exactly as she said when she said it and getting hard without permission wasn't allowed.
That's when he scoffed at her which pissed her off. So at that point she decided to let the games begin. She walked over to the table she had setup and grabbed her belt and the small bucket of ice filled water.
She was gonna teach him a lesson that he'd soon never forget. You see she's a southern girl who grew up with a Grandfather who believed that the best time to spank a child who was acting a damn fool was when they were fresh out of the tub. She decided to use that principle here. With that she doused him in with the ice cold water and watched as he and his body tried to adjust to the shock of it. She took the belt to his back and ass as he adjusted. His screams were muffled by her bra as she relentlessly took her belt to his backside.
She had the same wickedly evil intentions for him as he did for her. Tonight was about his punishment and her sweet revenge. She looked at his sore backside and decided he hadn't suffered enough pain for her liking. So, she took her belt to his chest, legs, dick and especially his balls. Hearing his muffled screams was music to her ears. She wanted him to learn why you don't use hot sauce on her pussy and think you'll get away with it. She smiled wickedly as a few tears rolled down his cheeks.