Satia:
The first strike – oh that first strike! I can still feel the echoes vibrating inside. Heavy and hard and beyond belief! I was immediately past all teasing or bratting or even any kind of dread! Normally, I sink under that pain like a water-logged piece of wood – slowly, bit by bit giving up the floating and finally letting go. This first strike was an anvil in the water. I was sunk.
To say it hurt would be an absurd understatement. It was fire and deep and electric; a stripe of physical agony.
And that was only the first.
After you began striking me -- the sounds of that awful strap like no other sound on earth; loud and fierce and followed quickly by the pain like a sonic boom follows just behind a jet -- after I came face-to-face with this experience and knew I didn't want it after all... just as I knew I would not... After I felt the first few strikes and was already moving my body away from the blows but could not go far at all under the restraints... After only one single minute... I was already in agony.
And then you went on...
Are you comfy?
Good.
[whack]
<ah!
[whack]
<oh!
Backhand is bad for me, but you’ve got some lovely stripes just from that
[whack]
<aahhh
Forehand is so much better
[whacking]
Let’s see if I can improve my backhand
[frightened whimper]
[whack!]
<Ah!
That’s good
Excellent
[whacking continues]
You’re doing great