Satia:
For only minutes, and yet an eternity, that first strap laid into my defenseless bottom, and I was beside myself in a matter of seconds. You introduced me to the large “Granddaddy” strap next, and I knew I was in serious trouble.
I tried the quiet and obedient submission that is normally an infrequent and unnecessary resort... and could not maintain any stillness or submissive acceptance of the punishment. The agony was too much.
That strap is awesome and deathly, deeply scary. Like all implements, it carries the worst bite at the tip, but unlike most implements, the tip was only slightly more searing than the rest of the entire width and length -- a full, long, blaze that covered every inch of its path with shocking pain. And the way you struck me with it, the pain was so deep, it sent aftershocks like tremors down my legs and up through my stomach on every single blow.
And yet, you went on...
You switched sides. You kept striking me. I was at the height of agony so quickly, I felt light-headed with vertigo.
I had only one hope left to me -- not that you would be compassionate if I begged you, because I knew you would have the opposite reaction! No, my one hope was that I would go numb quickly -- how could I not with strikes that severe?!
But, I never went numb. My mind was frozen in place; every thought sizzled out except for the horrible, horrible pain.
And still you went on...
Now I’m going to use the big leather strap, this one here.
Take a look at it.
[whack]
<oh!
How’s that, Satia?
<That hurts
Let’s do it again then, shall we?
Misfire
<Oh . . . oh
Backhand is really not working. I think I should switch around to forehand.
[whacks]
<oh! ow! ow!
How’s that feel?
<It hurts!
Is that what you want?
<Ow! Ow!
<Ow!! Oh!!