She on her hands and knee’s, ass stuck up in the air, heavy breasts hanging down, her sweet face looking back at him. She had a pleading look that he understood. As inviting as her bare pussy was, as much as he wanted nothing more then to bury his cock deep in her and fuck the living shit out of her, he knew she needed more.

She wanted something very particular…no…that is wrong. She needed something. She needed to suffer for him. She needed to cry for him. In those tears she was washed free and clean. In those tears she was made new. She wanted to be new for him. She wanted to be made pure so he could defile her all over again.

As he pulled off his belt she lay her head down on the bed and lifted her ass more. Part of her was afraid, the fear never stops. Part of her was excited, that part as well never stopped. There was another part as well, one that was thankful that he knew what she needed. He knew so she didn’t have to hint or beg or try and tell him. He just knew.

She wiggled her ass for a second and he laughed. She was still looking back at him, sweet fawn like eyes so innocent and hopeful. He caressed her ass, feeling it and preparing her.

He Looped the belt around his hand, the buckle in his fist. He pulled on it each pass to make sure it was tight in his grasp.