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Caution: This severe spanking is the stuff of fantasy for many people, but don’t
try to make it reality (if you’re a top) or beg for it (if you’re a bottom)
unless you have experience with milder spankings first. A new top shouldn’t take
on the responsibility of an intense spanking like this, and a new bottom
shouldn’t invite an inexperienced top to try. Build up to it, start with the
easier stuff; you’ll get where you want to go, and the voyage will be just as
glorious.
As with all my posts, this story and these sound clips are posted with Sandy’s
explicit permission.
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Philadelphia, 2004
Online friends for three years . . . so many phone spankings but never flesh on
flesh . . . so many shared fantasies but never the howl of pain from deep in her
belly . . . and Houston is a long way from New York.
Then I spent a weekend in Philadelphia, and she joined me that Saturday evening
at the hotel.
She walked in the door to my room. She put her bag down and I took her shoulder
with one hand, grabbed her short hair with the other, pulled her head back and
kissed her. Then I sat on the bed and pulled her over my lap.
What did I say? Almost nothing. We’d been e-mail friends for so long, we didn’t
need more words. We weren’t there for words.
We were there for action.
I flipped her skirt up, pulled her panties down, and spanked her bare bottom
hard. This was just a start, just my bare hand. I left the implements for later.
Afterward we went for a walk along the river; at one point I told her to bend
over the rail by the riverside and stick her ass out. She hesitated, “but people
might see!” but I insisted, then gave her a single glorious smack (the boxing
people would call it a haymaker) square on the seat of her nicely curved jeans.
Over dinner we got around to talking. Spanking is her passion, but it’s better
when she’s spanked for a reason, and she likes it when the man is angry with
her.
Hmm, I thought to myself, I can dream up a reason. I wasn’t sure I could do
anger, but I can turn the firmness dial up high.
Back to the hotel. I gave her a strapping before bed, and we both knew I’d spank her
again in the morning. It was funny going to sleep in separate beds, spanking
friends but not lovers.
That’s just how it works for me, sex was not on the agenda. She was OK with
that.
She needed spanking more than she needed sex.
Ready to be punished . . . notice how her bottom is already red
First light was flickering into the hotel room as I turned on the digital
recorder and got out the solid wooden lathe; a diminutive paddle, about two
inches wide, a third of an inch thick, and eighteen inches long all told (for
our international friends, that’s 2 x .8 x 40 cms). It is made of cocobala, an Australian
hardwood, very dense. This is one of those implements where you wonder if the
person who invented it ever experienced the unbearable pain it produces,
especially when used hard.
She was still asleep. I took the paddle in hand and I was ready for action. It
was time to spank her and hurt her.
I moved the heavy hotel room chair next to the bed, then climbed on it and shook
her. “Over my lap,” I said, and forced her over while she sleepily asked what
was wrong. I pulled down her PJ bottoms (no panties underneath). I couldn’t help
taking a moment to admire her bare bottom, feminine, round, and vulnerable, over
my thighs, mine to caress if I chose or punish if I preferred. You know already
that even a caress is the preface to a punishment.
I put my right leg over both her legs, then tucked the tip of my foot under the
heavy cushioned armchair. If you look at the photo above, you can see the chair
near the side of the bed.
You should understand what this meant. Normally, to squirm free from an
entrapping leg, you just need to force the leg up. But with my foot under the
chair, in order to lift her legs up, she’d have to lift the chair off the floor.
Wasn’t going to happen. My left hand was in the small of her back and I could
hold her wrist if needed. This was restraint at its best. How long I spanked
her, and how hard, was entirely up to me.
At this point we change to the actual sounds from that spanking. If your browser
is working right, you're probably already listening to the recording of her
paddling.
The recorder was next to her head, so the sounds of the spanks are distant, but
you can hear her breathing and speech clearly, and you can hear the pattern of
the spanks well. Overall I spank like a machine, one whack exactly every
three seconds, and with that lathe, that is a real punishment. I spanked her for
six minutes, over 100 hard whacks all told. So much for six of the best!
I particularly enjoy our dialogue about why she’s being spanked. I make it clear
I’m spanking her for a reason, even if I have to make it up as I go along. All
the justification I needed, of course, was the sound of her cries, her sobbing.
Before we met she wanted to be hurt. I knew she would thank me afterward even if
at the time the pain was unbearable.
I love the part near the end of the spanking. I’m still going at it like
Metronome Man, spanking hard and steady, and she is frantic with pain.
She cries and I keep spanking.
She begs me to stop and I keep spanking.
She orders me to stop and I keep spanking.
She says, “Let me up!” and I keep spanking.
I wasn’t about to stop just because she was in agony. I wanted her to be in
agony, and to stay there. So close to heaven . . . for whom?
To listen to Sandy being paddled, click on this link. It will take you to the sound clip page, which will immediately begin to play (if things work right), so be cautious if there are other people around!
If you can play the clip but have trouble understanding the dialogue, here is a partial transcript.
Early on it goes like this:
Why am I being punished again?
Yes, you’re being punished again
Why?
Because you’ve been a bad girl
What did I do?
Because you annoyed me
Because I looked at you?
Because you annoyed me
How do I annoy you?
Because you ask all these questions
I’m sorry
Move forward. I want your naughty bottom sticking up so I can spank it. I’m
going to punish it.
Ohh
It’s going to hurt a lot
Ohh Ohh
(whaacking sound)
Oh oh oh
(Crying)
You deserve this
You’re getting it
I don’t deserve it
You do.
Whacking continues . . .
Later on Sandy says,
Doc!
Ah ah ah (moaning)
Stop.
Stop!
(Whacking continues)
Stop, I didn’t do anything wrong.
Stop!
Whacking continues
Crying
You deserve this, and you’re getting it
Doc . . .
And you’re going to take it
Doc, stop
Why should I stop when you deserve it?
I didn’t do anything.
Let me up. Let me UP!
Oh ow ow
Doc! Doc!!
It’s only going to make it worse
Whacking continues
Please. Please!
Want to make it worse?
No.
Doc!
Stop!!
Whacking . . .
I hope you enjoyed this spanking vignette. If you are having trouble playing the
audio clip, just email me (see "contact me" for email details) and I'll send it to you
as an attachment. It's about 6 MB and I can send it as either MP3 or WAV.
Yes, that's ice on her ass . . .
Afterthoughts
I first posted this scene report on bondage.com and I received quite a few comments
(many along the lines of "this is sexy but scary!"). The afterthoughts provide important additional information to help you
understand Sandy and my relationship and this paddling.
This has been a very interesting post from my point of view because it’s real
life and so intense. Some people just say “Yum!”
Others feel that they could never stand a punishment of this intensity. A major
part of my spanking work now is to show that it’s possible to play at a higher
level than one might imagine, if the proper preparation work is done. Ordinary
people learn to do mountaineering or brain surgery with enough of the right kind
of training, and if you would like to play at this level the chances are
reasonable that you would be able to do so with the right preparation. I have
lots more to say on this topic but won’t try to fit it all here.
Finally, there is an air of nonconsensual suffering about this punishment that
impairs some people’s enjoyment. I understand that; it’s a heartening sign of
empathy, of generous concern for others.
First, let me give you some idea of how well I knew Sandy. I can’t begin to
count our e-mails, but my file of our e-mails has 200,000 words. Of course much
of that is quotes from earlier notes and such, but that’s a lot of words
nonetheless. She and I had talked on the phone perhaps ten times, each
conversation typically an hour or more. She had written me frequently about her
experiences in the New York BDSM scene, and I knew that she was, as they say, a
heavy player. In particular, I knew that she wanted me to push her limits.
The evening before, when she first arrived in Philadelphia, I had given her two
spankings, the second fairly intense. So this was the information I had going
into the scene, and why I was confident that she would accept and even, in a
sense, welcome this paddling.
Aftercare, both immediate and delayed, is an important part of any intense
scene, and it doesn't end when you part company. As part of aftercare (which is
just being considerate), I called Sandy on her cell later that day. During that
conversation I said I hoped to spank her again.
“The next time,” I said, “I won’t be so easy on you.”
That’s partly Top Talk; Sandy has a masochistic streak a mile wide, as you have
no doubt figured out by now, and I knew this phrase would make her shiver, suck
in her breath, and get wet. There’s an element of truth in it, too, but let’s
leave that discussion for another day.
Later she sent me an e-mail, including this paragraph:
Hope you had a good trip. I had a great time meeting you. I can't wait till we
have another opportunity. It was pretty tough to take some of your punishments,
and it's scary to think you were going "easy" on me... this morning's scene was
breathtaking. i hope we can spend more time with each other next time.
To have “breathtaking” scenes . . . life doesn’t get any better than that.
Doc Tsai
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This work copyright 2005 by Doc Tsai.
Sandy lives in Brooklyn . . . To contact her, just e-mail me and I’ll forward it
to her
Thank you, Patty, for the cocobala paddle! (Patty's excellent spanking blog is A Creative Spanko Wench, also listed in the links on my home page).