My favourite spanking implement is still the belt after all these years.
Don’t get me wrong, I love paddles, straps and canes as much as the next disciplinarian. I like small, wooden paddles that can be used with accuracy on a deserving spankee over my lap. I adore giving six of the best with a cane to those looking for a more intense experience (which isn’t everybody), and I’m proud of how accurately I can apply it to create a set of neat tramlines. I have a particular fondness for riding crops, not least because I’ve known more than one spankee that really enjoyed being on the receiving end of that particular type of stingy, almost whip-like sensation. I think of my self as a well-rounded spanker.
but…
The belt. In particular one of my belts, will always be my favourite implement. Perhaps it’s because it’s the first implement I ever used, other than my hand, in a spanking session. Perhaps it’s because a number of spankees have told me that they like the sound of a belt being removed and folded; a ritual as evocative as seeing me roll up my sleeves or having their underwear lowered. Perhaps it’s how personal it is for me to use something I wear to administer discipline, or the fact that it’s one of those implements that never needs to be concealed or hidden.
Whatever the combination of reasons. There’s something special about the belt, and not just any belt, this belt. If you contact me and arrange for a session, you may find out what it feels like.
