Satia:
You said something about it having been 13 minutes. I couldn't believe it had been that long, and yet, couldn't believe that was all it had been!! I knew, when you said that, I knew, I knew I could not take any more... but also knew the horrible futility of saying it aloud.
I believe I started crying around there. But as you continued, the pain was so white-hot and intense, the tears were there and gone and I just remember being wide-eyed and my mouth slack -- unable to concentrate, unable to feel anything but that torment, unable to cry. Looking back now, I think the tears were there and gone so quickly because I had no chance to switch to a broken girl -- had no chance, for the entirety of my being was engulfed by my bottom and the agony you were causing me.
Somewhere in your recordings, you can surely hear my voice break. That was the desperation taking over. After that, I was simply gasping out the "ow"'s like they were the only way to possibly exhale.
And you kept going on...
There was a thinner strap... you introduced me to it as you picked it up like I should shake hands and curtsey and then go about my business. But you had other things in mind. You straddled my back, looking down at my bottom from above -- a position I knew would be used because of its prominence on your site and the efficiency it obviously offers. And you told me, you told me what you were going to do -- strap along the crack of my bottom.
Your body weight was a monument of control. I was beyond undone before you even started striking me again.
This was a new agony, a new feeling, this strap along the center of my bottom. I wanted so desperately to escape it, I am sure I struggled against you, uselessly. This was a fresh fire; a sizzling whipping pain on very tender flesh, unused to the abuse and bright with searing complaint inside me.
I don't know how long that continued. It seemed to be unending, to last forever. In fact, I may have missed an implement or gotten the order messed up. This is only because the parts of my mind that handle the awareness and memories was one of the first to jump ship.
It's not that the experience was a blur. You could play me any moment from your recordings and I could tell you what I was feeling then. It was not a blur, it was a mass... a mass of feeling and sensation. No, sensation is too light a word. The entire experience was a caress from hell.
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After we got home from the concert, and before I spanked her, Satia had played a hilarious practical joke on me. The bathroom doors to my apartment lock securely. It turns out that Satia had taken advantage of some time alone in my apartment to reverse the locks, and when I stepped in the bathroom, Satia locked me in. I refer to that escapade in this part of her punishment.
I also refer to our negotiations, in which Satia had insisted that she wanted much more than an hour's spanking. She had no idea of how intense the pain would be.
Shall we do some more strapping?
<ohhh
Let’s try something different. We have the narrow strap, this one here. Let’s see if I can make it go right down the middle [of your ass crack]
[whack]
Did I come close?
<Yes
Good
<Ow ow ow
[I'm whacking, she's crying out in pain]
Getting through to you?
<yeah! yes! ow!
Glad you locked me in the bathroom?
<ow! ow!
This is a lot of work
<Holy cow
Holy cow what?
<ow!
Sore?
<yeah
Painful?
<Yes
That’s good. We’d surely be wasting our time if it weren’t painful, wouldn’t we?
Are we wasting our time?
<No!
[sound of camera]
We’ve been going at this for … I think about 13 minutes, more or less. And as I recall, you were highly indignant about the thought of it being . . .
Yes, you know what I’m going to say.
<yes
You’re covering your ears so as not to hear it
You didn’t realize what it would be like, did you?
<ah