Thong still up . . . that didn't last long!
There was a last minute glitch when she realized she couldn't afford the airfare. When Satia learned about this, she gave Cat enough of Satia's frequent flier miles for Cat to travel to Houston . . . first class, no less!
Satia, you are incredible.
So Cat came . . . and I gave her three spankings to remember.
The first was an erotic spanking -- Cat's Erotic Spanking
The second was a punishment spanking -- Cat's Punishment
The third, the next morning, was a fun-but-sharp spanking -- Morning, That Frigging Hurt
Here are the sound files along with commentary.
And don't miss Cat's lovely poem, A Moment, written after she returned home.
A couple of weeks later, Cat described her building anticipation:
From the moment I found you on the Internet, I knew you had something I wanted. Something I needed. I read all of your stories, listened to your scene reports and I was hooked.
When we finally did start talking, when I heard your voice for the first time, explaining what it was you offered, I knew in my gut, in my heart, this was something I had to do. When the plans started to come together I became obsessed. In the middle of the day, out of the blue, a thought of the upcoming visit would pop into my head & the hair on the back of my neck would stand up. My heart would start to race and I would get shaky. I would literally have to close my eyes and shake my head to get back in focus.
When I found out I was not going to be able to come, I was crushed. I don't think I can remember a bigger disappointment. And then Saint Satia saved the day. With an amazingly generous offer, she made it possible for me to come to Houston and have one of the most amazing experiences of my life.
In the last few days before I left, I was a mess. I couldn't concentrate on anything. I was obsessed with the upcoming visit.
By the day of the trip, I had to fight to keep all thoughts of what was ahead out of my head. It took everything in me to keep focused on anything but the spanking you had promised to give me.
The ultimate spanking. The one that would push past barriers and bring me to a place I had never been but so needed to go. The place where you are desperate for the pain to stop, and yet it doesn't. Even writing this now I get goose bumps.
That plane ride to Houston was unbearably long. I started to second guess my decision to come. I am a pretty good judge of character, but I have made mistakes. Were you a mistake? Where you the man I had come to know you to be? And when the time came, would you really be able to bring me to that place I so needed to go?
By the time the plane touched down in Texas, I was a wreck. Then you called & said you were on your way. Your voice calmed me down. And then when you pulled up & got out of your car & gave me a hug, I knew right then I had made the right decision.
During the drive to your house, you were so kind to keep the conversation on the light side & give us an opportunity to feel each other out. By the time we reached your house I felt worlds better. Don't get me wrong, I was still nervous, but at the moment it was manageable.
You showed me your beautiful home and put me at ease. When you decided to run to the market to get some things for dinner, I was both relieved for the brief reprieve and at the same time anxious for it to begin. I think you saw clearly what I was going through.
When you made the comment that maybe we should go to the movies…I had to laugh. I think I called you a true sadist at that point.
When we got back to the house & sat the groceries out, I knew I had run out of stalling time.
Into the bedroom with that amazing round bed. I knew the first thing to come was an erotic spanking, and by that point I desperately needed it. And boy, was it worth the wait. Your hands Doc, your hands….to be so strong and yet so gentle, increasing the intensity at the perfect pace. I have always been turned on by getting spanked, but any release was always after the spanking. I had always wanted to cum during a spanking & you sure as hell made it easy for me to do so. You laughingly called me a glutton & I wholeheartedly agreed with that statement. I could do that everyday of my life and never get bored with it.
And then you cooked us an amazing dinner. I had to fight to be able to help. Talk about the ultimate host. You wouldn't even let me help clean up. That was one more new experience to add to the list. lol
And then it came time to set up the room for the main event. With you letting me help, thank god. I would have been a wreck if I had to stand back & watch. I think you sensed this, & gave me stuff to do. And then it was time. The ropes were tied to the bed, the wedge was secure, the camera was rolling. Show time.
I was so nervous as I walked to the bed, I wasn't sure if my legs were going to carry me there. But I made it. As I got myself settled over the wedge, my mind was going a mile a minute.
Was I really going to do this? Was I insane for even wanting it? Was I at the no turning back point yet? The answers? Yes, No, and I had been at that point for a long time. You were so kind & so soothing. Helping me get adjusted & not panic.
I was glad beyond words that it was you who was going to do this to me.