SaraEllyn watched as he withdrew his belt from his trousers, taking his precious time with the deed. The leather ran through each loop smoothly, making no sound as it slid against the expensive fabric of his pants. Once the belt was completely free, he looped it and held the two loose ends together in one hand.
“You did very well.” He praised her. “Stand correctly.” He chided and she moved quickly into the position he wanted. She clasped her hands behind her neck, underneath the long tresses of hair, her feet spread shoulder length apart, her chin up and her breasts thrust forward. “Good. But that will earn you a slight discipline later. I really shouldn’t have to remind you at this point in your training.