Two of my leather belts were the next weapons of ass destruction that were picked up from the sheet. Both were supple thin black leather belts for which I had paid hundreds of dollars at Neiman Marcus. The first was nearly three inches wide, and was suggestively smacked into Dev's right palm as he declared: “Image a very bad girl whose buttocks and thighs have already been severely spanked by hard wood, and who now has to endure that same throbbing skin being strapped until she is frantic by this little beauty I last saw around your trim waist...”
I quailed at that image as he placed the wide belt on the bed and picked up its partner, which was my narrowest belt, also costing hundreds of dollars at Neiman's, really more of a very expensive leather thong. Dev allowed the soft material to d
