The black hairbrush paddle was unbearable, it was where I started begging.... that reminder of what this pain really feels like. The difference between fantasy and reality. It is a wide gap.
I will take the reality of this pain any day, but really, not at that moment. At that moment, I will beg for it to stop, I will beg unashamedly.
But, even that wasn't the end. As hard as that was to take, I was very relieved as I was when you finally stopped with the black hairbrush paddle.
I breathed a deep sigh, it is over, this punishment.
Then you said you were going to finish me off.... I didn't even hear what came after that. I was desperately trying to think of a way to make you stop and not use the Melissa paddle. My history with that paddle is just pure pain.
The end of this paddling is so familiar. Just frantic begging and hoping my cries will land on your ears the right way.
The kind of pain that wells up inside and creates a desperation that I can't escape from. It fills me up to my ears. I can hear the fading away of the smacks on my sore sore bottom. They are faded by my own voice, begging you to stop.
It was a wonderful punishment Doc, one of the ones I will relish for a long time.
I am relishing it now.
Kisses.
steph
