Before we spanked her, Sarah and I reminded Satia of her safewords, with particular emphasis on the ways in which she could tell us that the spanking is too light; she could say she couldn’t feel it, pretend to fall asleep, or just use the “hit me harder!” safeword, “green.”
We entered the hotel room, and the turning point was behind me. I grew silent, too afraid to banter more than nervous laughter here and there and attempts at friendly chatter that fell woefully short.
Doc and Sarah, in the same room, both in top mode and about to cause me agony. I was absolutely overwhelmed from the moment I heard the door close. The very air seemed solid with the power and the anticipation.
I felt unprepared. I felt unprotected. I felt unsure. I felt unbalanced.
I felt unworthy. Not insignificant, but awed by these two savage, seductive, sadists here with me. I was both very small, and very filled – there was no insecurity, no battle, no choice left for me… there was simply no space for it in that hotel room, full of such a combination of presence and purpose, and soon to be my own cries of pain.
Sarah changed clothes, while, Doc, you looked after me. I was fairly oblivious, but I could see you keeping an eye on me. I don’t know if it was to make sure I didn’t run, or rather to soak in my own intense submission and dread. Either way, knowing that you were alert to me in such a way was an honor, and even more frightful.
When I saw Sarah in her beautiful, soft, black, lacy robe, I was shocked. Her beauty astounds me even now, and this choice was not what I expected at all. When we had talked about her spankings, she had described professional business outfits and heels and a grave countenance.
This robe took me off guard even more than I was already. She was a real woman, electrifying in her raw beauty, and the facets of her personality were on fire, glittering like sun through diamonds. This robe brought me to a place of home, not a cold place, but a place of familiarity and warmth – and I knew I was really in trouble now… my detachment would not work here. I felt like I was back in a place I would call home, in my bedroom, feeling a child though not in my own childhood…. and I started to become aware that my internal protection against this experience, this agony, was far less than I realized.
And then they sat, one on each side of me, close and touching my sides. I froze like a rabbit who senses the hawks circling overhead, even if it doesn’t look up.
This, this psychological twisting and churning and heavy pressure; this power and strength and control; this energy and quaking chasms of sadism and presence that opened up beneath my feet and left me unable to do more than be led and commanded and abused…. the incredible atmosphere that you two brought together was my undoing.
My defenses were flayed away like tissue paper in a tornado.
When Doc suggested I go over Sarah’s knee, I was internally and consciously very aware that this would be different for me – but there was no need to voice it, no way to find words to explain. I was swept into this, and knew like a delicious foreboding, that just the first strike would prove how defenseless I had become.
And indeed, it did. Even the first blow, I was feeling the pain, and grew still and quiet very quickly.
All banter was gone, although you two were making comments here and there, emphasizing your control and desire to hurt me in your own ways.
And yet, Sarah, early on, I could tell you could use the reassurance that what Doc and I had told you about me was true: do not hesitate to hurt me as badly as you wish.
It’s not that you started easy – no, it was obvious from the beginning that “easy” or “soft” was not going to be in the picture this time!! I had been warned, but wasn’t completely, absolutely, positively sure until those first few strikes landed and the warning flags were starting to wave in mutiny all over my mind.
You said, very quickly, that this was just “the warm up”. I couldn’t tell if it was your sadism speaking, since these strikes already hurt!
But I also knew you held back, just slightly. Whether because you were judging my reaction for indications of something bad, or building the intensity to your tempo, or perhaps just not sure where to start with me since this was the first serious spanking you’d given me…
No matter. When Doc challenged me to remember what I should say in case I needed the spanking to be harder, I rose to it.
Your words, Doc, still make me jump in memory, because up until then, when you and Sarah were goading me in your comforting tones and reminding me that I could ask for harder if I wanted – all the while just emphasizing how dearly you would actually hurt me and how much I would truly want it to stop – and it wouldn’t! – These words successfully shocked and bared me inside, just as you both intended, I’m sure.
This time was no different. If anything, my anxiety was a bit worse in registering your words, because I knew that it was an opportunity to give my own go-ahead for something severe…
Perhaps it was unnecessary. Perhaps it was redundant. Perhaps it was even a bit rude…. And if so, I apologize. But I went with my instincts.
And I said you, “spank like a girl”….
The reaction from you, Sarah, was beautiful and deceptive. You “ooo”ed and laughed delighted, and bantered back that this was actually a compliment! I was immediately relieved at this. Doc, you laughed and reacted as well, and although I was still relieved, a bit worried for another reason.
It was very quickly apparent why I should have been! From then on, Sarah, your strikes were fierce and harsh – a punishment in every blow!!
No more provoking from me! Nothing but pure submission! You could have asked me the world, and I would have thrown in the moon.
All this before my panties came down!! You both made comments that they were offering me too much padding and protection… as flimsy as they were and as little they actually covered me.
But saying this, and the act of taking those panties down… any remaining vestiges of defense I had left were stripped away and I was exposed in far more ways than one.
Just one single blow after that, and I was saying “yes, Ma’am” in deference and respect.