Vivica had been taunting me lately, she had been a bit of a brat and wanted to get into a tight tie. not giggling anymore once the rope was cinched up pulling her into a strict strappado and the chair pulled away leaving her to suffer in her predicament. leaving the silly bitch painfully balancing in her heels, her legs shaking as her muscles strained. vivica began cursing and calling me all sorts of foul names, foolish bitch didn’t really think through the situation she was in. tied tightly she had no escape from the crushing blows of the belt, each strike throwing her off balance sending a shock of pain through her aching body. her legs shaking, she had little choice but to rest her weight on her bound wrists, but wait what was that did i see some slack? this would not do, and her arms are cinched back even higher pulling her near vertical. vivica now had no escape, no comfort, every movement sending shocks of pain, and there was the belt! blow after blow meeting her ass, yet she continued to use such foul language, had she not learned her lesson? as her body wore down the cursing was replaced with whimpers and cries, please please i’m sorry for cursing!!! i’m sorry for calling you a fucker!
