She had no idea of what I was about to do.She had no idea of what I was about to do. Surprise, I had learned long ago, is an important element in proper punishment. Without saying a word, I drove the belt into her right ass cheek. There was a dull cracking sound of the leather striking against the thin mesh of the pantyhose, followed by a short "Yelp" from Laurie's lips as she fell forward slightly. "Does that feel good?" I husked. "Yes," she replied, moving her hips slightly from side to side, bracing herself for the next stroke. "Tell me you want some more," I said in a demanding voice. "I...I want some more," she cried. "Open your legs further so you have better balance. Grab your ankles." She did. I could see her looking back at me from between her legs. Her straight blonde hair hung to the floor. Her eyes were slightly teary, her face was red as a beet. "Close your eyes," I commanded, not wanting her to know when the next stroke was coming. I waited for a few precious moments, letting the tension build up within her, before bringing the belt down on the left side of her ass. She had braced herself well. All the stroke could evince from her was a short "AH!" though her body did teeter a bit. I could see that this was too mild for her. Reaching under the bunched-up skirt, I grasped the elastic of the top of the pantyhose and pulled it downward, stretching it over the alabaster whiteness of her globes, slowly revealing the dividing crack of the two half-moons. Slowly but surely the sheer whiteness of the bikini-styled panties she was wearing came into view as I lowered the pantyhose over the bottom of her gorgeous globes. The panties looked that they had been painted on her ass, so snugly did they fit against her buttocks. They appeared to have been made of rayon or satin. They were plain, without lace or other adornments, with a reinforced crotch. |