Satia remained relatively stoic even though I thrashed her with great vigor. This punishment was as severe as I have ever given anyone.
I am posting the spanking here in its entirety, and including a little of the final discussion beforehand and the beginnings of her aftercare at the end. If you listen to the clips in sequence you'll be able to hear not only each spanking segment, but the length of the pause between one segment and the next.
Caution: this is a severe punishment.
Satia awaits her thrashing. There is some color in her cheeks, and some bruising in her ass crack, as a result of the erotic spanking I gave her earlier in the evening.
Frightened
Satia's narrative:
The concert was over and we were back in your loft. I was beyond nervous, beyond excited. I was as disengaged in the present as a prophet; as sensitive to every stimulus, physical or emotional, mental or kinetic, as an albino to sun.
The thrashing. Oh yes, the thrashing. I knew I would regret my begging for the pain quickly, but didn’t realize how quickly! I knew I would be overcome, but had no idea how I would truly react during it. I knew I would beg you… but never considered how incapable of formulating the words I would be. You may think that, “Ow!!” is just an exclamation of some pain – but for me and this spanking you gave me, it was all I could voice for most of the entire experience. I wanted to beg you, but first hesitated because I knew it would just egg you on! Then, I simply couldn’t find the words.
I remember started to say a phrase and ending after a word or two. You asked me what I was saying, and I couldn’t formulate correctly. Something like trying to count when I am ready to climax…
The entire build of suspense beforehand, with the great and complicated restraint system you cleverly devised… this was harrowing to my nerves and excellent reminders of what I was there to experience.
This spanking was the highlight of the highlights. Beforehand, during preparations, you were tensed and calm like a big cat on the prowl. You emanated such an electric surge of sadism and excitement and anticipation, I was lost in it. I was curling my hair before I realized what I was doing -- realized I was doing it for no reason at all except that my eyes saw the curlers on the counter and my hands were instinctively at the task before I knew it.
When I saw you, just sitting and waiting on the bed, and I knew you were ready, I almost bolted. Did you know that? I would have hurt myself in those heels… was I wearing the heels at that point?... but a sprained ankle was not my concern in that moment.
I tried to put it all aside, detach like I wasn't there at all, in order to convince myself not to fight it. You were so considerate and kind, I was afraid to fight. And afraid that I would show you weakness if I fought. Though you did have to get up and lead me back out to the bed... which I'm grateful for, because I would not have been capable of doing it on my own. In fact, had I started moving myself, most likely my direction would have changed for the other door.
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