The sound of the slap rang across the room. Her hand went to her face, tears welling.
“Go to your room. Now!”
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He made his views entirely, unarguably clear as he unbuckled his belt. As she bent over, jeans and knickers encircling her ankles in the most undignified way.
“You might be a prefect. That does not give you the right to behave with such arrogance towards your mother, never mind to me.”
Her attitude this half-term had been totally unacceptable. She’d finally gone too far.
And she knew it, too. That was what made it worse. Even as she protested – “No, daddy, please!” before falling immediately, obediently, fearfully silent.
“The buckle end”, he’d told her. And the buckle end it would be…
Oh my!!!! So hot! And I was about to start working. I guess work can wait for a while longer! Oh my!!!! Soooo hot!
…the buckle end….is that a myth..?
Yeah, wouldn’t the metal cut you? Or it folded inwards and just adds more weight?
The horror of the belt buckle… Even harsher as you know it’s coming, not a surprise… Oh yes! In fantasy works perfectly for me. In reality, I’d like to try someday and see if it works.