Punishment

Frustrated, you pull on your belt like a crazy person.

But the steel belt is wrapped tightly around your waist and the crotch strap is pressed against your wet vulva.

There is no way to remove the belt.

You look frustrated at the securely locked stainless steel belt.

Why did you have to let the principal catch you fingering yourself in the school bathroom?

There you have the salad.

“Shit,” you curse and let go of the belt in frustration, allowing your tight skirt to just barely cover it.

“It’s going to be a long weekend,” you mutter to yourself as you continue your walk home.

With every step you remember the steel didlo that, thanks to the belt, sticks deep into you and drives you more crazy with every step.

A short time later you are already home.

“Oh hello little one,” your mother greets you lovingly and hugs you. "How was your last day of school?"

"Fuck!!!!"