As you can probably imagine, I have a LOVE/HATE relationship with my Queen’s leather belt. That is I LOVE to HATE it. 😉 Ok, not really. I have actually had a love of leather since my childhood. My Dad had gotten me a leather tooling kit when I was a kid, and I guess that’s where it all started. He also had some nice leather belts and my Mom had a couple pairs of nice leather sandals, so maybe that contributed to it as well.
Anyway, over the years I’ve grown to appreciate quality leather items. Subsequently, I have bought my wife many nice leather belts and sandals over the years. But the one belt that stands out is her Italian leather belt. It was actually one of the first belts I bought for her. I found it at a closeout store but could tell it was a very high quality leather belt. At the time I bought it, we were doing spankings but not the domestic discipline spankings that are our M.O. today. So at the time, I had NO idea that it would become the fierce disciplinary tool that it has, in my wife’s arsenal of spanking implements.
While I’ve been spanked with a variety of implements…sandals, belts, paddles, straps, canes, and the wicked switch; she has used this belt the most. She has mentioned that she likes it because of its long lasting effect on my backside and my attitude. She has also mentioned that she loves the way it feels…substantial, dense, smooth, and how it feels when it connects. And of course we both love how it looks. It is quite a beautiful belt…
that is until she takes it off and doubles it over. Then the beauty for me diminishes quickly as I watch it transform into a butt blistering, tear jerking, leather strap of punishment and pain. And boy does it deliver!
One time, and just a day after a harsh woodshed whuppin’ with this belt, my wife and I took a small day trip to a place with local shops. She wore this belt along with a matching pair of leather sandals. We walked around and checked out the different shops. As most couples do, we independently went to different areas of the shops that interested each of us.
Anyway, there were many times during this day trip that I’d see my wife from across the shop and just feel this intense love for her, then I’d notice the belt around her waist and have this interesting feeling. One of love and lust with a tinge of fear as I could still feel the effects from that belt on my backside. In fact, I felt it every time I sat down or leaned against something. As I would look at her, subtle urges of wanting to “behave” arose. I could sense the power she has as I remembered her ability to bring severe amounts of pain to my sometimes errant behind. But most importantly, I felt a sense of pride that she is my wife and more.
A couple times during the day, she’d give me a playful swat on my backside, like many couples do. Only these playful swats, obviously had a little more OOMPH to them on a sore butt. And they also served as a reminder that my Queen was present, and watching.
When I oil this belt for her, it brings forth other distinct feelings. First, when I go to pull it off of her belt rack, I get memories of her sending me to the closet to bring her this belt for a spanking, along with the nervous feelings that accompany that. But those fade quickly as I know I’m not in trouble at the moment and am just going to condition her belt.
And just holding this belt you can feel the weight, pliability, and density of the leather. It feels good to the touch. The rich, dark leather is both beautiful and ominous at the same time.
When I apply the Neatsfoot oil to it, and see the belt is soaking up the oil, I’m hit with the realization that it is going to bite me on the ass later. But I don’t have a choice. As you probably recall, conditioning her leather belts and sandals is on the ATS (Accountability Task Sheet), and there are consequences if she finds an unconditioned belt or pair of sandals in the closet. After I condition both sides of the belt, I hang it up in our master bathroom to finish drying. And every time I walk by it, I’m reminded that this belt is now “fully loaded” and just waiting for my Queen to call it into action. *Shudders*
Oftentimes when my wife is cooking in the kitchen, I’ll walk up behind her and put my hands on her waist as I kiss the side of her neck. Something I love to do anyway, but there is an added element to it when I feel that leather belt around her waist as well. I’m not sure I can fully explain it, but my brain (and butt) recognize what it is and what my wife is capable of doing with it…IDK, there’s a unique but cool vibe present.
And if I happen to be around whenever she takes it off, my ears know the sound of the jingle of the brass buckle and the slither of the belt being pulled through the belt loops of her pants. It registers in my brain…WARNING, WARNING…her belt is off. I repeat, her belt is off! And my mind quickly races to recall if I did something, (or on some occasions…did she find out about something!) LOL. I can’t help but look over to assess the situation and in a majority of these instances, she’s just taking her belt off to put it away. But also a majority of these times, she has a slightly evil grin on her face as she’s watching me and enjoying my slight nervousness. Sometimes she’ll simply give a nod, with a raised eyebrow, which without spoken words says, “You’d better behave.” Other times, she’ll even double it over and point it at me and ask, “Do you need this?” to which I quickly and respectfully reply, “No Ma’am.” The sense of her power is present and to be honest, it’s quite intoxicating. I think the reason for that is that she’s not sadistic. She doesn’t spank me for her pleasure, or for no reason at all. When she spanks me, I have full well earned it and deserve it. I own that.
So I don’t fear HER. But I do fear the consequences she gives me for MY actions. And when that involves this belt, I know it is going to be a rough spanking and a harsh lesson to learn. As some of you have seen, when my wife summons her inner Wicked Queen for my spanking, she spanks HARD and without mercy. And that consequence, is something to be fearful of. This is the very belt I used to give 51 hard swats to Joey’s backside in our Woodshed Whuppin’ Video.