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She tossed the belt onto the bed in front of me. Through tears I saw it laying there haphazardly and still mostly doubled over. Even just laying on the bed, this inanimate leather object looks sinister. My wife and I have said on a few occasions to a few guys wishing to jump into these waters…”Be careful what you wish for.” LOL. Your topic “oiling the belt” may be somewhat older by now, but to me it has lasting merits, and I should like to add a comment or two. I’d love to hear any special tips is the threat of what the WQ will do if you refuse enough to make you behave? What does she threaten you with? How can you hold any other thought apart from ow and run?

Come here.” she commanded. I got up and carefully walked up to her. The belt wasn’t doubled over, and so I was fairly sure that she wasn’t going to start swinging it right then. “Look at the edges and how they are drying out.” she said. “Is this or isn’t this your responsibility?” she questioned. “It is.” I sheepishly answered. She continued, “Didn’t YOU tell me that we could just take that off the ATS sheet because you always remember to condition my belts and sandals?”“Yes Ma’am.” I responded. Then she said, “Come with me.” As she started down the hall to our room. I followed and could feel fear welling up in the pit of my stomach, as I was sure this was going to be a whuppin’ for the books.I marvel at Joey’s ability to take a spanking – how on earth do you stay still? I’m restrained and have put a good deal of creativity into making it difficult to evade the cane but I still do. I even untied my hands once to stop a spanking mid flow. It seems when the pain starts the only part of my brain that works is the part that says RUN! I, uh…I’m not sure.” I sadly responded. Not knowing how best to navigate through these treacherous, butt-blistering waters. I love everything you post and I return here frequently. My wife and I have just recommitted ourselves to continuing with DD and I have to admit there is one aspect that fills me with fear. That’s the ability to take whatever she dishes out. You will note that I have changed my tune from my earlier 🙂 My earlier comments were about how I wish she’d hit harder, lol! Now, I’m going to take this paddle to you.” she said. “And while I’m paddling you, I want you to look at my belt in front of you and remember what happens when you don’t keep her oiled like you should.” In my opinion, it is my partners’ duty to keep all my punishment devices in top shape so they can be applied effectively at any time.

Part of my responsibilities are to maintain her leather sandals and belts, which means applying leather conditioner or leather oil like Neatsfoot oil to the belt to prevent it from drying out. You can tell when a belt is a little dry as it will soak up a decent amount of oil. This oil also adds weight and pliability. It also makes the belt more severe when it comes to spanking. It was a short dreadful walk from our bathroom into our bedroom and to the end of our bed. Once there, I pulled down my shorts and underwear and bent over the end of the bed, awaiting her and her newly oiled, leather belt. In our relationship it is Stef’s distinct obligation to tend the implements that he is punished with – and that includes my sandals. In all honesty, I had already earned myself a woodshed type spanking. It had been a little while since I had gotten one and my attitude was deteriorating rapidly. So all it took was just one smart ass response to one of her questions befpre she said, “That’s it. I’m taking you to the woodshed tonight!” Man…just the threat of getting taken to the woodshed for a whuppin’ made my arrogance do a full stop. When the rattan canes were introduced into our relationship Stef had to regularly soak them in plastic pipes filled with salt water (due to their buoyancy he had to fix them with adhesive tape or rubber bands to keep them submerged). The salt then cristallized in the tissue during the drying process and and then constantly “breathed in” the moisture from the surrounding air of the room, thus raising the weight while improving the elasticity.Then there is the old “Martinet” that i had found on top of the kitchen cupboard of my grand mother when she passed away. My mother had told me repeatedly about that dreaded insturment that had been used to discipline her and her brother at the time. Of course Stef also has to tend the strands of this heavy flogger. He has to oil them weekly so they always have that nasty “draw” of each strand.