The belt.

The slam of the front door gives you the signal to proceed. "Put your hands on the table."

Filled with excitement Jessica rushes across the room. She bends over, hands flat on the table. "Yes Master, I'm ready!"

Quietly you pick up the belt on the way over to her.''You're ready?"

"Yes master, fuck me. Fuck me! God I need you so bad."

SNAP! The belt leaves an angry pink welt across her left buttock. "AHHHH!" Her back arches upward and she moves her hands involuntarily to cover her rear.

"Hands on the table!" She obeys, fighting back tears. "You selfish little bitch. I'll decide if and when I fuck you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, yes, yes. Yes Master." She gasps, "I'm sorry."

You reach up and remove the band holding her pony tail, her shoulder length brown hair flows free. You trace your left hand down the smooth arch of her back. She responds to your slightest caress. "Mmmmm."

SNAP! "AAAOWW..."

"You must earn my cock. This cock can be yours, but you must earn it. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master, yes! I'll do anything." She howls.

Calmly you walk over near the door where a few water bottles had been placed for the interview. You put the belt over your shoulder, open a water and take a thirst quenching drink. Across the room Jessica looks small, powerless. Bent over, shuddering, awaiting your next move. Slowly you walk back, admiring her firm round ass, her tight pink pussy peeking out from between her folds. You take another drink. Then reaching out, at arms length so as not to get wet yourself, you pour the rest of the water over her back and butt. "Ahhhhh..." you hear her sigh in surprise and cooling relief.

"You'll do anything? Do you truly mean that?"

"Yes! Anything...I want you..."

CRACK! The belt slaps across both cheeks of her glistening wet booty. "AHHOW...OH!"

"Yes, yes, yes. I'll do anything master. I will worship your cock. My body exists only to please it, as I am here only to please you."

You pull your belt hand back once more. Jessica braces herself a whimper escapes her lips. After a long moment of expectation, nothing happens, the blow never lands.

"Stand up."