You put down the Granddaddy strap and pick up the "Doc Tsai Medicine" strap (misspelled “Tsia”), no doubt wondering how much time you have left, or in other words, how much flesh I have left. Whether I can take any more doesn't seem to enter your mind.
The agony is out of control. I want to be done, but now you are using this heavier, thuddier strap. It stings and burns at the same time. My already hot bottom does not welcome the new sensation, all my might rejects it.
I am dissolving quickly into misery. Both the weight it carries in its bite, and the control you have in your hand, to slash down, cause me untold suffering.
The pain rears me up with its energy. You push me back down and tell me to stay. Despite my growing desperation, you continue the assault. Knowing the kind of agony I am facing right now, your sadistic need to prolong my suffering takes over. And, I thank you for it!
Now, not then!!
The strap
An unwilling patient receiving Doc Tsai's Medicine
The strap's center lands on my left ass cheek; the tip is about to lash my right.
Holding me down . . . making sure I feel every punishing blow
Doc's fingers white with the pressure he's exerting on me
One smack after another right on my lower butt cheeks
Jumping up in agony