She rested, felt him combing her hair and was content. It pleased him to see her this way and he paused and admired her before he stepped off the bed and retrieved his belt. The Reverend coiled the buckle around his palm and leaving about two feet loose, he dangled the leather over her body. He rotated his wrist so that the belt made wide arching strokes over her; she felt only air, a butterfly kiss, as it grazed her surface. Back and forth in a pendulum, he swung the belt, from her legs to her shoulders. Each time he made a pass, the belt moved a little closer until it touched her flesh, first on the raised flesh of her breasts and then across her stomach and hips. .....