Your warmth never goes away. I really never see this coming. For some reason, a warm up is on my mind, but I am nervous all of a sudden.
My nervous feelings are justified, as the first stroke of the strap burns into my flesh, my top mood melts with the memory of the pain, as it comes rushing back to the forefront.
The few times I have felt the Grandaddy Strap's thick, heavy leather, bear down on me, have been horribly dire moments. This is no exception. It is immediately unbearable!! You are holding nothing back in these punishing strokes. I can hear the strap swish through the air - as it approaches my, soon to be, suffering bottom.
The immediacy and the intensity of the pain, strike fear deep into my brain. So deep, it makes my head tingle from the rush of feeling to my nerves.
First stroke
Doc swings . . . and connects
Strap mark on the latex shorts
Trying to twist away (left) . . .the heavy granddaddy strap is relentless (right)