It's a simple moment.
Syr comes home from work. She wore the pants that She pairs with a belt.
I stare. At the buckle. At the belt. She follows my gaze, knowingly.
Syr unbuckles Her belt and slides it off.
That sound..... *shiver*
I turn around, brace my hands on the kitchen counter, sassily sticking my ass out behind me.
Syr obliges me.... looping Her belt in Her hand... placing a hand at the base of my neck to hold me in place... and delivers several hard smacks to the curve where my ass meets the top of my thighs... and then to my shoulders.
My knees tremble, threatening to buckle.
She stops with a chuckle.
I turn around, plant a kiss on Her neck.
"Thank You, Syr."
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