I dunno, probably a blowjob.

While kicking off my shoes, I pulled my belt out of its loops and draped it over Miriam's shoulders.

My pants came off next, opening its buttons I let them slide down my legs, pausing to make sure she was looking where I wanted her to.

Slowly I lowered my briefs, my cock straining to break free. It bounced in front of Miriam's eyes, which followed it as if hypnotized. I allowed her to take in the sight, listening to the nervous gasps she made when I flexed it.

Indicating the briefs at my knees, I ordered her to take them off me. With her hands tied behind her back, I expected her to use her mouth. Instead, Miriam surprised me by sticking her head between my thighs, hooking her chin into my briefs. Sitting down on her legs and bending over, she dragged my briefs down as she lowered her head to my feet. Holding it there, Miriam waited for me to step out of my clothes.

Lifting my right foot out, I placed it on the back of her head and applied pressure, forcing her face-down into my briefs. After ten seconds I put my foot back on the ground, and Miriam lifted her head to take a breath.

Did the little fool need to be punished again so soon? No, the nature of this situation meant she had a second chance. Lifting my left foot, I pushed Miriam down again. To her credit, she did not try to draw things out. As soon as she realized I wasn't going to get off her, she relented and stopped holding her breath.

I kept my foot there for a full minute as I took off my button-down shirt, making sure my scent permeated Miriam's senses before easing up. To my surprise, her face stayed buried in the pile of sweaty cotton until I told her to look at me.

"You learn quick. If you keep impressing me I won't even need to use that belt on you."

Miriam managed a weak smile before I gave her her next instruction. "Kiss your way up to me, sweetie."

Bending over again, she planted a kiss on each of my feet and started working her way up from there. When she reached my crotch she tilted her head, planting a lingering kiss on my balls and pressing her nose against the base of my cock. Looking up at me she took a deep breath, filling her lungs with my musk before parting her lips and gently sucking on my scrotum.

Then she resumed her upward journey, teasing me with only the faintest contact against my shaft until she reached the tip, which she graced with a wet kiss. Now motionless, her eyes flicked up as if looking for permission to proceed.

Her confusion was apparent when I took a handful of her hair and gently tugged, but she carefully got on her feet and started kissing my stomach as I guided her up. When she was standing straight, her lips on my chest, I gathered the belt off her shoulders and let it drop at our feet.

I could tell my little Miri didn't know what to make of the situation. She was experienced enough to have an idea of what the belt could have been used for if her performance had disappointed, but she couldn't begin to guess what I'd do without it. She looked apprehensive, wondering whether what came next would be pleasurable or painful.