I was fully aware how aroused Claudia was when I slipped my fingers into her crotch, when I stripped the little slut down.  During the time Miriam examined and came to the conclusion herself, I had removed my tie and loosened the first few top buttons from my shirt. The belt was next, but instead of discarding it on top of my jacket like my tie, I held on to it. I let the strip of designer leather dangle out of my hand, letting the buckle fall squarely in my palm before I flicked my wrist and caught the end.<br/>"I bet daddy never used the belt on his little girl...but I am your daddy now...that is what you will call me..."<br/><em>I love being called daddy.</em><br/>My thumb hooked into the curve of the bent belt, snapping the leather together to make the commanding "crack" that screamed attention and struck fear in those who had ever been on the receiving end of a belt lashing.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=41483.msg2044142#msg2044142">Quote from: Haibane on 14-07-2009, 16:17:53</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">MIRIAM<br/><br/><strong>"Strap her. Hard. I want to hear her scream."</strong><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"My pleasure..."<br/>I glanced back and watched as she moved over to the other students in audience. My attention immediately went to the large breasts "dom" in her "mistress" uniform. I loved the fight the black stocking gals would give, mostly since the good ones would harness that hate for their graduation. The result would be one hell of a fuck session, the kinds I would not mind letting the student trump the master, for once.<br/><br/>I circled Claudia like a predator hunting its wounded prey, every inch of her seemed to beg for the belt. I wondered if she was aroused at the thought of discipline and punishment or she just enjoyed pain. Striking her bottom with the belt, was almost to cliche for my taste. Disappearing behind her, my left hand gave a round little cheek a grope, parting her lewdly to reveal the dusky bud hiding between the milky crevice. Stepping to the side, I made sure my right hand had a good swing of motion. The belt went back and gave her glistening slit a strong lash. I would wait for the reaction, the jolt of her body against the bindings, a squeal or shriek anything that would confirm my own assumptions. The next lash came quickly after the first, then a third until I knew her sex would ache and turn red from the whipping I was giving it.<br/><br/>Giving her a reprieve, I slung the belt around my neck and circled to her front to inspect my word. As expected, her sex was red, I gave her throbbing sex a moment to indulge in the pain. My hands reached around her strung up body, each hand taking a cheek before I raised them and dropped an open palm on each side with a hard slap.<br/><br/>Like her mother, Claudia was a small girl, in her current bindings she would have to look up slightly to catch the arrogant grin on my features as my hand continued to come down on her rear end.<br/>"I can do this for hours...16 rounds of spankings...to celebrate your birthday..."<br/>(http://www.tvguide.com/images/pgimg/jeremy-piven1.jpg)<br/><br/>"That's is 2...14 more to go..."<br/>I stopped for a moment and let my hands spread her cheeks once more, giving Mio a peek at her body. My eyes glanced at her, nodding at her and shooting a wink in her direction.<br/><em>Be a good girl for me tonight Mio...and I'll let you fuck Ms. Snitches as you wish.</em><br/>Lifting a finger I beckoned her to come over and motioned for her to drop down to her knees next to Claudia, thinking ahead in case I wanted a little physical attention of my own. With sex and stimulation around me, it was hard to keep myself in control. The bulge running down my thigh was slowly filling in. My hands reached for the belt once more, pulling away I began the third round of whippings across her hips.<br/>"Don't you fucking dare stain my floor Claudia!"<br/><br/>