40 Whacks

steph's New Year's Eve paddling, 2007

 

A beautiful girl, a paddle . . . and a sound recorder so you can listen in.

 

I had been telling my friend J (see J, Docs Transformation to learn more about her) that steph and I were playing so hard that the skin on her bottom would start to give way long before she had been spanked enough. J suggested that we get a pair of latex panties. They protect the skin, but permit most of the pain to penetrate. This is the first visit that steph and I used them, and they were a great success. Thank you, J!

Here are steph's comments, along with pix and sound files in the subordinate pages:

 

Dearest Doc-

This sorority paddling is one of my favorite memories with you.  It is the first time I have latex on, the first time I have ever been touched with a sorority paddle.  Or really, any paddle bigger than the Melissa.  The build up in our e-mails the preceding couple of weeks, about how unbearable this was going to be, was piquing my interest, more than causing me dread.

When I arrived this visit, you were still at work, so I let myself in and got comfortable.  I laid down on the bed to take a nap, relished the feeling of being in the Palm House, tossed myself back and forth a few times in excitement. Then I reached under the pillow, and pulled out.... a very newly shined sorority paddle, beautiful, dark wood,.... ominous. 

That is the first time dread filled my tummy over this punishment. 

The paddle looked just a little too big, felt a little too heavy.

I stared at the paddle and played with it, swinging it in the air.  Feeling the kind of sensation it created to swing it.  Trying to imagine how it might sound, ~cracking~ into my flesh.  I would, all too soon, know.

Staring at it, and staring around your room, with the round bed, I also wondered, what keeps drawing me back to this place.  Back to this amnestic state, where the pleasure of contemplating our time together completely overshadows the suffering I know that I will feel, yet the knowledge of the impending agony is fresh in my mind.  The memories of how it feels to suffer are slight, almost non-existent.  They always come back to reality at some point.

Thank you.

steph

 

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