Doc, I know you are not about to relent. My ability to digest this pain breaks down. I put my head in my hands, crying, sobbing, begging for some relief.
Desperate and fighting now, trying with all my might to push myself up and call it over. I have no safeword. My fighting requires more effort on your part to keep me in place. Your hand digs deeper into my flesh with the force it takes to keep me in place.
I dissolve into heavy sobs and hysterical screams.
There are times when you are punishing me, when I am on the verge of submission. My struggles are fruitless, my cries go ignored. Oh Doc, no! NO! My punishment requires my surrender, I give it.....freely. Your relentlessness is a trait that brings so much suffering and so much of what I need, suffering.
You finally hear my cries, you stop.
Dissolving, head in hands
Doc swings the strap back . . .
. . . brings it whistling forward . . .
. . . and it lands squarely on target despite my kicking and struggle.
Involuntarily straightening my legs in response to the pain
The strapping continues . . . Doc, please, please!