She started hand spanking, the first few swats not really hurting at all, then building up some but I there was nothing that was hard to take. This was fun!
She stopped and took hold of the waistband of my shorts. How often had I read about this, but never experienced it? I knew my responsibility and dutifully lifted my hips up off her lap so she could pull my shorts down and spank me on the bare. She did . . . . more hand spanking, which stung but not too much. This was exciting!
Then she switched to a small black paddle with fur on one side and leather on the other. The paddle can be gentle, almost teasing, or if used with force can sting like the devil. I learned later that she uses it to gauge a new bottom's sensitivity to pain. Suddenly it was no longer fun.
Then she moved on to a hairbrush. She had once commented on soc.sexuality.spanking,
If you really want your limits pushed, the best way to do that, in my experience, is with a fast hard hairbrush spanking. I think it's pretty safe to say that I can take just about anyone to their limits and past them with a hairbrush, and I want to do that to you.
Re-reading this some weeks prior, both my heart and my cock had jumped into my throat as I realized that she was going to treat me to a genuinely painful experience. Just how painful—or just how that pain would feel—I, of course, had no idea. I was about to learn.
J- now demonstrated this, using the hairbrush on me hard and fast, and she had been right about my limits: the pain was immediately incredible and it got much worse from there. I found myself squirming and yelping and gasping desperately. I couldn’t stand it, couldn’t stand it! Finally it was over, thank God!
I had made a discovery:
There is nothing erotic about being spanked this hard.