Her bottom had enough damage that I couldn't paddle it any longer. However, I could, and did, put cuffs on her ankles, spread her legs, and spank her with my hand inside her cheeks.
Satia:
And then, you stopped. You went to the bottom of the bed near my feet. You put down the last implement. I cannot express the relief I felt at that moment -- nor the dreadful suspicion. I suspected nothing in particular... except for you and your desire to hurt me more. That I believed.
Yes. I remember, very, very, very well, when you moved my legs apart. First one leg, pulling it up and away -- and in my agonized, brainless turmoil, it didn't register to me what exactly that meant right away. I believed you were just tightening the bonds, or simply changing the position.
But when you went for the other leg, and something started alarming inside of me like a siren in my ears, I know I must have resisted. You pulled unyieldingly, until I was mercilessly spread open, exposed beyond all modesty or protection, and suddenly, brilliantly terrified.
You came up beside me, and I was beside myself. I could think nothing but, nnoooooooo, not that.... I change my mind! I can't handle any more pain tonight... nooooo! I don't know what I voiced, if anything. But my mind was screaming before you landed your first blow, right there, right in between my legs.
And that spanking, that intimate and fierce and horrible spanking, on top of the unbearable pain still throbbing all through every centimeter of my bottom flesh, that pain was the last straw for me. I don't know when, but I know I begged you to stop. The first time, I couldn't formulate more than a word or two... but then it was no longer a choice of logically formulating the words -- my brain no longer had to think the words! They flew out of me without my consent or knowledge or translation.
That pain, there, was the straw that broke the camel's back. That torturous, desperate pain was the foam at the top of the glass that spills over the edge, leading the path for the rest. I have never felt the sensation of such branding pain in that place on my body, but after being taken so far down the path of agony as a whole by that point, it didn't take long at all for this to be the end of any recognizable thought.
And you went on, striking and striking... I thought I was going to pass out, or pass away... but I kept surviving, whether I wanted to or not!
[Sound of ankle cuffs jingling]
<Oh no, no!
[I am fastening a cuff around one ankle]
Why not?
<Because . . .
That’s what I thought. “Because” is not a reason
<I can come up with one if you give me enough time
OK, you’ve got until I’ve got both cuffs on . . .
<Oohhh [despairing]
Attagirl
<oh my gosh
I’m going to do some experimental punishment
<Oh no!
Remember this is a science-based weekend and I want to find out what happens when I punish you in new and interesting ways.
<No!
Um-hm! um-hm!
You look delightful like this. I hope you *feel* delightful!
[whacking]
<ow! oww!
[whacking]
<No!
No what?
<No more!
[whacking continues]
[sound of camera]