You may already know that the belt is my favorite spanking tool. So you won’t be surprised that I bought a belt because a Dom I’ve been talking to thought it would be good for me to use it on myself. It’s a simple leather belt, but already buttery soft, and I was pleased that my purchase pleased him.

He directed me to fold it in half, making sure the ends were even, then folding the ends up again so the buckle was tucked out of the way. That made it short enough that I can control it, and just slapping it against my hand stung quite a bit.

But I told him I didn’t think I could use it hard enough on myself that it really hurt or left marks.

He assured me that with practice, and his directions and supervision, he was sure I could.

I was willing to try.

The biggest problem with practicing with a belt – for me – is the noise. Belts are loud. And you know, I don’t live by myself. This was a challenge. But sometimes, maybe several times a week, there is a little pocket of time when I’m alone in the house.

When I have that time, and I’m not with a client, then I’m expected to practice. My instructions are to pull my pants down, to my knees, and then my panties. Then I lean over, so my bottom is pushed out. With the belt (folded as I was taught to do) I begin with a set of 10 strokes on my right cheek, then 10 more on the left cheek. I don’t end til I have 5 sets of 10 on each side.

That sounds like a lot, doesn’t it? 50 strikes with a belt on each cheek? Yikes!

Ok, maybe it would be if someone else were doing it to me. But – this is me trying to hit my own bottom. So when they land nicely, with a satisfying WHACK, it stings. When it doesn’t land nicely, it’s a friendly tap. The most I’ve gotten so far is a stinging, warm and pinkish bottom – and that’s on the right cheek. The left cheek is unmarked and slightly bored.

But as of this morning, I had only practiced twice, and I am apparently not a natural at this. But (with encouragement) I can keep trying, and I will. So early this afternoon, I realized I was alone and immediately headed for the bedroom and my belt.

Pants down, panties down… feeling very exposed, and imagining that he is watching me, I began. Now, to be clear, I’m only allowed to count the strokes that land. Taps don’t count. So it goes something like this:

Whack – tap – WHACK – Whack – tap – tap – WHACK – tap – WHACK – Whack – tap – tap – WHACK – WHACK – WHACK – I was almost to 10 when I heard – what? – was that a man’s voice? I froze – a rush of anxiety – listening for the sound…. But the voice, if it was that, had stopped almost immediately. Weird. I listened for a minute more. Was there someone in the house?

Nothing. Not a footstep, not a sound.

So I continued. Whacks and taps mingled on the left cheek, with the occasional WHACK. Eventually, back to the right side. A quick series of WHACKs – and I froze. There it was again. A man’s voice.

No idea what the voice was saying, no idea where it was coming from. My phone? The computer? What the hell? I stood for a long minute waiting to hear it again.

Nothing.

With a shrug I started again, still on the right cheek. I was beginning to feel more sting, more warmth, landing some decent WHACKs and feeling encouraged when – damn – the voice – ohhh! Aha!!!

Have you ever heard of the Bob Ross clapper nightlight?

Well, neither had I until yesterday when MP got one for Christmas. Yep, it’s a nightlight that you control by clapping your hands. Three claps will turn the nightlight on and the Bob Ross voice says, “Painting, if nothing else, should be fun.” Three more claps turns it off and he says “There must be darkness before the light.”

And I couldn’t stop giggling, standing there with my pants around my knees, belt in hand, laughing at the ridiculous Bob Ross nightlight responding to the “claps” of my belt. Think about what that’s going to sound like when I get real good at it and they’re all WHACKS!

And this is the lengths a submissive girl will go to, seeking to please a Dom and rediscover the pleasure of a belt.