March, 2008
Dear Doc--
You know Doc, every time I spank you, it is different. I notice different things, you react differently, my body reacts to you differently. It is interesting to observe these things in my own head, it is exciting every time.
I had to put you over the wedge this time. The target is so perfect and I was soooo excited to use these new implements on you. The quirt (just the name reminds me of "quiver" and you know I like when your bottom quivers) held a lot of excitement for me. I had to tie you because, like I told you, I had already smacked my own calf with the quirt and the viper tawse and I knew they would hurt. I really wanted to bite down into you with them and make you feel them too. Cuffs were the best option.
As soon as your undie-clad bottom started swaying nervously, over the wedge, my pussy reacted. I can't tell you what the sight of your ass, bare or not, does to me. It makes me feel animalistic. You make me feel animalistic.
I brought down that quirt onto your bottom, over your shorts. The tail of the quirt raised a red brand on your skin. That gave me incentive to punish you with it. The sound the quirt makes when it hits your flesh gives me chills.
I can hear it move through the air and your gasp at the same time I feel the whip stopped by the flesh of your bottom.
Since I put the cuffs on when you were still wearing your undies, I had no choice but to cut your shorts off of you, I had to get to your bare bottom. I can only punish you for a short time with clothes on, they have to come off. I cut through the cloth on one side, exposing your sexy, welted cheek and your fresh, untouched crack. I cut the other side, and... ahhhhh..... Doc exposed for my unbridled pleasure. I can't think of anything more enticing!
When I see you like this, the thoughts that run through my head, dripping with sexuality, dripping with sadism, dripping with desire, are wild and uncontrolled. The physical urge to spank those tender places and make love to you by hurting them is overwhelming.
Holding onto the viper tawse is a powerful feeling. Lining it up against your cheeks, measuring the distance, tapping it against you and watching you clench.... that is all priceless. Even more priceless is cracking it into your skin. Watching its mark overtake the marks from the quirt and establish its own patterns on your tender skin, while you visibly shake and moan from the pain.
I don't know how many times I struck you with the tawse. The desire and ecstasy I felt inside while I was punishing you were frantic. I was so obviously hurting you, I can't wait to hear the sound files. You were agonizing and turning on your sides to try to evade the tawse. But I wasn’t finished.
The Melissa paddle is always good for these occasions, and I picked it up and straddled your back. I paddled your ass hard, trying to soak the last drops of pain from your skin. Using the moment to extend my ecstasy and prolong your suffering. Over and over, bringing the paddle solidly into your cheeks, so cherry red, while you begged me to stop, making me very happy.
--Steph