I felt giddy and no longer in control of the situation.
Brenda said nothing but instead went over to a chest of drawers, from which she withdrew the belt.
I saw immediately that it was not a clothing accessory.
It was a proper punishment belt made especially for discipline purposes.
It was quite thick and stiff, made of light tan leather, and just over a foot long.
Brenda took my hand and guided me a few steps so that I was standing at the side of her sofa.
I felt a bit scared
“Bend over the arm of the sofa.”
Brenda spoke softly but with absolute authority.
I was thrilled to the marrow as I obediently put myself in the punishment position.