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21 October 2012 Sylvie and Mikie Unfinished Business

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Posted by Archer on October 21, 2012, 10:47 pm, in reply to "#2 Sylvie van der Vaart vs Mikie Hara"

Mikie Hara was relaxing at home when she was rather surprised to receive a visit from Sylvie van der Vaart who showed up with an interpreter.

"Ms van der Vaart says she's here because you called a coward for being afraid of your belt," the young man said in a somewhat embarassed fashion.

Mikie studied the Dutch woman. Her nose was still swollen and her face showed the marks of her disasterous battle with Mikie. Yet there was stubborn glare in her eyes.

"She wants to fight me again?"

"No she came here to be whipped," the young man said looking ever more uncomfortable. "You will then never again call her afraid of your belt."

Mikie could see the blonde was serious, she thought about it a moment and then said: "All right, I'll get ny belt, if she can take it without begging for mercy, I will respect her."

The interpreter repeated this and then gave Mikie the reply: "That is all Ms van der Vaart wants."

Mikie maintained a small gym in her home and she had the interpreter lead Sylvie there. Sylvie had come in wearing a belted trench coat. She removed it to reveal she was wearing her golden bikini that revealed her tempting rear.

Mikie returned wearing her own black leather bikini and carrying the black leather belt. Mikie had Sylvie bend over in the middle of the room.

"Go," Mikie told the interpreter, "I will call you back when this over."

The interpreter explained this to Sylvie who nodded. She apparently didn't care to have an audience for her hunmiliation.

Mikie calmly twisted the bikini bottoms into a tight thong, thus baring the buns. She would need to see bare skin to judge the effect of her belt. Sylvie gritted her teeth but made no sound as the black leather slapped into her bottom. Mikie worked patiently, thoroughly and relentlessly. Sylvie's bottoms quivered under the impacts and began to redden. Sylvie began to shudder under the impacts but did not cry out. Mikie grew impressed with the Dutch girl and after what she considered a suitable number of strikes, halted and carefully moved the bikini bottoms back into place.

Sylvie was pale and her eyes were moist, but she only nodded as Mikie pointed to the door. Sylvie nodded and put her coat back on. Mikie then summoned the interpreter.

"You take her back to her hotel," she ordered, "tell her I am satisfied and I will tell anyone who asks that she has defended her honor satisfactorily. I will speak no more ill of her."

The interpreter relayed this and gave Sylvie's response: "Ms. van der Vaart says is, too is satisfied."

With that Sylvie and Mikie exchanged polite bows and the Dutch model departed with the interpreter. Mikie watched them go with a smile.

"Ah, these Westerners, you never know what to expect with them. I wonder who I will encounter next with my trusty black belt?"