This belt whipping is severe, even cruel. For some of us, it is eroticism at its finest. But please don’t let its allure get you in over your head in a relationship with another person.
It’s not hard to learn how to use a belt with this much force, but knowing that your partner can endure a whipping of this intensity and duration is more difficult . . . and far more important. Use care!
So how did I know I could whip Sandy this hard and this long? How did I knew that she craved it with her whole being? I explain in the scene report of the paddling I gave her the next morning at Sandy's Paddling: Six Minutes of Agony. And now, on to the whipping, just as it happened.
Sandy and I had been online friends for years but had never met in person. She came to my hotel room in Philadelphia and in less than sixty seconds I had her face down over my knee, skirt up, panties down, and I was spanking her as hard as I could. This broke the ice more rapidly than a warm handshake, or even a hug.
After the hand spanking we went out for dinner. Then back to the room, where I used a leather paddle on her round bottom, then a wooden hairbrush. She had brought a double leather strap, and I used this for the finale. I had never used this strap before. I made her strip nude, then lie down and hold still; I began with a couple of practice swats to get the feel of it and find the range. Then I strapped her, full force. It was a great session.
After it was over, she lay panting on the bed while I massaged her back. “Quite the evening,” I was thinking to myself. She wanted to minimize bruising so I put a wet towel on her bottom and covered it with ice (see photo). We talked for a few minutes.
This is before her strapping . . .
But while I had punished her vigorously, had she really had all she wanted? She had a surprise for me.
“Later,” she said as I rubbed her back, “I hope you’ll let me feel your belt.”
“Sure,” I replied, thinking to myself, “There’s no time like the present.”
I stood up . . . and this is where the sound file (see link below) begins.
There are one or two places in the transcript where I’m not certain what’s being said, as for instance when Sandy groans and she might be saying “God!” or just grunting forcefully. The transcript has my best guesses; feel free to reinterpret if you wish. As a careful word artisan I am mortified to have said to Sandy, “you did very good at that,” but no scene is perfect and I have promised to tell it to you just as it happened.
You’ll notice that I scold her during the whipping, telling her she’s bad and needs to be punished. This is pure role play: Sandy’s a very nice young lady who is good company and has a great sense of humor. But she likes to feel naughty when she is spanked and I am happy to oblige her.
When you listen to the clip you’ll hear how hard I whipped her.
What was her reaction after this whipping? Her immediate response, captured in the transcript, was that it was “awful.” But her views changed with time.
We e-mailed back and forth in the week or two after this scene. At one point I wrote this:
Our scene was better than I had hoped. I had high hopes, but when it works out so well in reality that's just special. My two favorite memories were when I was squatting over you, facing your feet and whacking your buns hard with the small hairbrush paddle, and, of course!, the wake-up paddling in the morning (because I knew how much that was hurting you).
She responded:
I liked the morning paddling too. But still liked the belt
the best.
Read, listen, and enjoy.
Thank you, Sandy, for a great spanking weekend; and thanks to silent_girl for helping prepare this post.
This work copyright © 2005 by Doc Tsai.