Dangerous Curves Ahead

The Angel writes with clarity about the role her master’s belt has in their lives:

Sometimes I’m ashamed that I have to get spanked like a little girl just to get me to do what I’m supposed to do. I know that will change with time (mostly), but in some ways…i like it this way. It’s comforting to have a father figure for the first time in my life, who holds those feelings for me very strong and dear. That means the world to me…so sometimes I find myself clinging to it and testing it. I refuse to do something I should because it’s my way of saying, “I don’t want to be grown up about this. I need to be held accountable for my actions, but I also need to feel secure, because the world is too big right now and I’m afraid.”

Yesterday was a good example of this. I allowed too much stress to accumulate, and I could feel myself getting out of control. My mouth was sassing left and right, and I knew before he told me that I was “full of teenage rebellion”. I couldn’t look him in the eye, knowing the look on his face would melt me beneath its heat. It’s hard enough not to tremble by the feeling of those stern eyes alone.

He’s made regular use of his belt over the last few weeks. The Belt transforms The Bear into a double team of authority. He wears it every day, and just the sight and sound of the leather leaving the loops produces a reaction deep in the pit of my stomach that spreads out like fire through my body and leaves me shaking visibly and hiding my face in my hands. I go across his knees, already fighting the urge to squirm as the tears form…before my panties have reached my thighs. I’m already crying softly, already trembling, already apologising. He knows the power he has over me with The Belt. A simple threat of its use produces an immediate lowering of head and eyes, and a quick change in behavior.

Dangerous Curves Ahead