Ella and my belt -- which she didn't feel, not on this visit -- see her note to learn why
I had bought a strap and I brought it with me to the hotel, mostly out of curiosity… I’d had it for a while, but never really felt it… And, light as it is, it also looks rather menacing : ) When you instructed me to go get it, I was highly aware of my nakedness, and it made me less able to concentrate on things like balance and coordination :D Hence almost falling over several times… : )
I had to build up a lot of courage to ask the question, but I needed to, out of uncertainty as to how much more pain I could take… “Will it hurt more?” I don’t want it to, but of course you don’t miss a beat and come right back with “I’ll try.” Oh no! :D You’re not supposed to TRY to make it hurt more! I want it to hurt less! : )
You promised to punish me with my strap first, and then with your belt.
It was tough (out of embarrassment and arousal) for me to get over those pillows on the bed… : ) I’d often fantasized about being in that position before, and seeing them there, stacked up, with you prowling around, camera in hand… :D I love those pictures, by the way – with my hips up like that my skin is tighter – not to mention all those lovely marks… I had no idea my skin was that colorful at the time… : )
“Ask me to strap you.” Mmmmmmm… And then you ask how, and I know exactly what I’m supposed to say, but my skin is already hot and stinging, and I’m nervous about what the strap might feel like… So instead I answer with ‘not too hard?’ with the ‘please?’ implicit in my tone of voice : ) For some reason you find this rather amusing :D
You start strapping me from a sitting position, right next to me – and it hurts, even though I know you’re not using as much strength as you could – which is slightly unnerving : ) After the third strike you start with those words… “You need to be punished…You are a naughty girl… naughty girls need to have their bare asses strapped…” I must have had a more-intensely-arousing-than-usual reaction to your words this time, because you ask if I’m alright :D Yes, just attempting to process an overload of sexual excitement the likes of which I have never quite experienced before… :D
I wonder what it is that you are thinking while you move from side to side around the bed, strap in hand, measuring each stroke…
“I’m going to have you start counting,” somehow this idea sends a pulse of arousal through me… “You say the number, and you say, ‘thank you, Sir.’” and it just got stronger… This is the first time you’ve actually asked me to refer to you as “Sir”… It’s terribly exciting : )
You land the first stroke to be counted rather quickly, and I wonder briefly whether you were trying to catch me off guard and have an excuse to start over already :D But I am able to get out the count fast enough… Now I’m anticipating every one, having to concentrate my thoughts on the next number…
“Hurt more when I stand up?” YES it did, thank you very much :D
They’re coming a lot faster now that I’m counting… Pretty soon we’re already at the sixth… “You like being strapped, naughty girl?” yeeesss… “You enjoy this?” Yes… :D “That’s what I thought…” And again I can feel a rush to my pussy, despite the pain…
By the tenth I’m really, really feeling the sting and I’m hoping that it will be over – if not now then soon – so much so that the number ‘eleven’ doesn’t come out fully articulated – I breathe through most of it… At the end I remember thinking to myself that I should’ve known it would be a round dozen :D
You inspected my ass and announced that it was in no condition to undergo further punishment. I thought it was very responsible of you to decide to forgo using your belt after that, even though you’d said that you would… It showed me that I could trust you… : ) I would not have objected to taking more, of course, but I can’t tell how my skin is doing just by how much it stings, and I don’t have anything to reference as far as that goes – it all just hurts to me, whether my skin is holding up or not… : )