after dinner he said
I could stay all summer if I liked
he would spank me whenever he wanted to
if I thought I wanted to stay
we would go to the boathouse
he would spank me again;
afterward I could make up my mind
about the rest of the summer
“have you ever had a real spanking,”
he asked me,
I bit my lip, shook my head
“answer me,” he said, “I want a real answer.”
“no,” I said, “I’ve been spanked before
but never so hard I really wanted it to end.”
“that’s good,” he said,
“it will be a new experience for you”
I nodded and felt color rise in my face
and my nipples harden
“it will be different from this afternoon,”
he said,
“I do like to spank hard
I promise you’ll be howling, frantic with pain”
“I don’t know how hard you can spank,”
I thought,
“but I know how hard you can make me come
that’s a good beginning”
Later I stood in the boathouse
watching an early-evening sailboarder skim the lake
he said “come over my lap now”
so I came
hot and cold all over
my heart pounding
my bottom still warm from the afternoon spanking
my pussy slippery wet despite my fear
going over his lap
he took control
one hand firm on my back
the other deftly baring my bottom
he spanked hard from the beginning
spanking faster than in the afternoon
it hurt more
I fought the urge to cry
his big hand landing hard on my ass,
over and over, the pain getting worse and worse
my writhing bottom burning under the blows
I no longer cared if I cried or not
finally it was over, though my bottom was still burning
“we’ll do the spanking bench next,”
he whispered in my ear
“up,” he said, “up,”
“I am going to punish you”
so I got up
to be punished
tied to the spanking bench
mastered by him
he kissed me tenderly
“this is going to hurt a great deal,” he said
I believed him
but when the first blow of the razor strop
slapped my throbbing ass
sending hot fire deep into me
I yelled in pain
I watched disbelieving
as he drew his arm back for the next blow
please God not another one like that
it wasn’t like that
it was worse
thrashing helplessly against my bonds
shrieking as each blow burned into my bottom
not crying, instead howling
my punishment continued
seemingly without end
I could see my arousal of the afternoon
as one sees a distant cool river on a hot day
I knew the comfort it offered
but could not drink from it
later, my head swimming after the strapping
I felt him adjusting me
my knees more spread
my ass more open
utterly vulnerable
“please stop,” I begged,
“it hurts too much”
he kissed me gently, and said,
“I’m going to blister your bottom now,”
the paddle was slender
blister-forming holes like hot coals
spanking every part of my bottom
me howling louder
pleading, “no more, no more”
the remorseless paddle hitting
again and again
pain beyond my imagination
“oh god oh god no
you’re hurting my bottom too much”
he continued paddling me
and said, “you’re blistering nicely,”
just as he might have said
“I like your suntan”
much later, shaking, half fainting,
my face covered in tears
he untied me, helped me blow my nose,
led me back to the couch
“we’ll finish your spanking
over my knee,” he said
“no, please,
don’t spank me any more,
I can’t stand any more”
“I need to hurt you more,” he said
his hand striking hard on my
flaming
blistered
red hot
ass
“stop” I gasped between tears
“please stop now
it hurts too much”
“I know it hurts,” he said,
his hand on my back
his leg over my knees
trapped
each blow punishing
unable to beg any longer
just yelling out my pain
ass on fire
he spanked so hard
the blows almost on top of each other
finding the most painful spots
“I can’t stand it, can’t stand any more,” I said
“you can stand more,” he said, “I’ll show you,”
and kept on spanking and spanking
Years later
I lie abed
stroking my throbbing clit
dreaming hazily of that summer
returning always to that spanking in the boathouse
his mastery of me
my burning ass
and his promise fulfilled
as I howled
frantic with pain
Doc Tsai
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