Craft Time

This one's for Grace.

While idly standing in the kitchen one evening, watching my husband prepare dinner, (I know, I have it pretty good) I happened to look down at his belt. It was brown leather, wide and soft from years of use, and I started thinking about how it would feel across my bottom. I stared at it, lost in thought.

“What’s the matter?” Ron asked.

“I was just looking at your belt. I’d like you to use it the next time you spank me”, I replied.

“So you’ve been thinking about men’s belts?”

“Not all men’s belts, just yours”.

It wasn’t until two weeks later that I got my wish. It was the first belt experience for both of us. First, Ron tried a few strokes with a single thickness. Very nice. Then the feel changed dramatically. I looked back and saw that he had doubled it. The extra weight gave it more impact, and it felt, if you can believe it, like a caress. Yes, I definitely wanted more of this, and he gave it to me. When he stopped, the lovemaking that followed was especially satisfying.

Now, I am just as turned on by the sound of a belt sliding through loops as anyone else, but I decided that if the belt were stored along with the other implements in the bedside table, it would be used more often. And it did seem somewhat awkward to hold two thicknesses of belt, plus a large buckle, in one hand, while spanking a wiggling target.

Always thinking of my man’s comfort, I went to a large thrift store and searched for a similar belt. It was quite fun, actually, seeing all those well-worn leather belts hanging up in neat rows and imagining the many bottoms that might have felt them. I found a nice, wide one, supple and not too long.

At home, I buckled the belt on the first hole and cut off the excess leather. Then I pressed it so that the buckle lay flat. It looked just the right length. To keep it together and provide a grippable handle, I wound it with a length of vet wrap – a self-adhesive bandage used to secure dressings on animals. Too bad the only colour I had on hand was bright orange. Oh, well.

I proudly presented my handiwork to Ron that evening. His first comment was not encouraging.

“What size is it? I suppose you didn’t look”, he said.

“Yes, I did look. It’s a size 38. Why? Do you want to wear it too? I cut the end off”.

“Oh, well, I guess not, then. But it’s so bright.”

“The colour doesn’t matter." Geesh. “But you’ll try it, right?”

Ron knew when he was beaten (and when I would be). So after a suitable wait of a week or two, so it would seem like his idea, he opened the toy drawer at spanking time.

“What implement would you like today? This one?” and held up a wooden back massager with little wheels.

“Very funny. No, I don’t think so.”

“Then how about this” and he held up the orange belt.

I grinned. “Mmmmm, good choice.”

It felt just as delicious as the other belt had. As he smacked first one cheek and then the other, I found myself rolling my hips and arching up to make contact with the leather as it fell. I wanted it to go on forever. When he finally put down the new toy I was very eager for his attention in other matters.

Afterward, as we lay curled together, exhausted, Ron smiled and said, “I guess that belt needs to be added to the rotation.”

I couldn’t agree more.