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By Fireman Chris, January 29, 2009 9:15 PM

So a certain brat (whom I just so happen to have hairbrushed rather firmly…though apparently not firmly enough…this past weekend) took great glee in calling me out on my vanilla Facebook account for not having posted so far this year. No, she didn’t out me, but the few spankos who are also friends with my vanilla identity obviously knew what she was talking about.

So, despite the fact that I want to haul her over my lap again and turn her backside all sorts of lovely shades of red (OK, OK, so I always want to do that), I’ll grudgingly admit that she’s right. I haven’t posted yet in 2009, and here it is almost the end of January. The energy’s been going other places lately, including having a lot of fun as a vanilla on Facebook (I’m pretty much done with MySpace), travelling with Sparkle and the princess, travelling without Sparkle and the princess, playing with my infant nephew and doing various other things.

Not that kink hasn’t been there too. Thus, the subject of this post.

I’ve never been a great fan of belts and long straps as implements. For whatever reason, I’ve never felt like I have good enough control of them. You can land any implement in the wrong spot occasionally, but using a belt has always felt like it’s more likely to land in the correct spot more out of luck than any skill on my part.

I like shorter straps. We have the lovely one from The London Tanner and it’s slightly longer sibling. One of the very first implements I ever used was a wonderful strap with a wooden handle that I’ve been looking for a mate to ever since.

Yes, I know a belt can be shortened by doubling it or wrapping it. I’ve tried that before, and never cared for the results either.

Until a couple Fridays ago.

I had the day off, and had spent the morning doing some post-holiday chores. Sparkle and I had a business-type appointment with someone at the house, and once he’d left, I grinned at her and suggested (OK, so it wasn’t really a suggestion) that she go downstairs and remove her clothes. Hey, alone in the house with no child…what would you do?

Of course, at first, my clothes stayed on…I rather enjoy having my wife naked while I’m dressed.

Sparkle had made some comment to me a few days earlier about how sexy it is when a man takes his belt off (probably while I was taking my belt off). So, once she was good and warm, I took my belt off as she lay on her stomach next to me and asked her if she still found it sexy.

I’m a fan of fairly plain belts as the ones used to hold my pants up, and am very picky about the type/feel of the leather and the type of buckle. In fact, I had two very plain Levi belts that I liked so much I wore until they were practically disintegrating because I couldn’t find the same type anywhere. I finally found replacements last year at a western wear store in Reno, and they’re well broken in by now.

On a whim, I folded the belt in half and smacked her backside with it. I mentioned I’m not generally a fan of the doubled belt. The loop either seems to be too stiff, meaning the belt lands funny, or it ends up acting as a “slap stick” and makes a lot of noise.

Apparently, my belt was broken in to the proper point where the loop flattened out very nicely without the slap stick effect.

I think Sparkle was surprised too. She arched her bottom up for more.

I proceeded to give her a nice, long strapping with the belt. There were definitely more “mmms” than “owws” coming from her since she was so well warmed up, and I found myself enjoying using the belt for the first time.

And I’ve enjoyed it since as well.