But then you said that I needed “more help”… and asked Sarah to lay next to me and comfort me, and I knew it was not over yet.
You introduced me to the tawse like you were teaching me a new word.
You may as well have been, for as little as I was connected to my own rationale – my fear and pain were too great when I realized what you were going to do.
That tawse put a blazing fire back to the outmost layers of my bottom, and spreading out and down like wildfire with each strike. I was shocked at that agony, and yet not surprised. It made me feel punished as well as in awful pain, and I wanted you to stop!!!
Then you turned to a smaller, but still heavy, paddle. You and Sarah comforted me with how much smaller it was, but I knew those tones… the glee just underneath your strength and calm.
You could have told me you had a pillow in your hand and I would have feared what you would do with it!
That spanking with the paddle echoed through all the open places in me. It stung and hurt, a lethal combination. You kept spanking and spanking, and I was sure I would not be able to take any more… but you kept on anyway!
By the time you finished spanking me with that paddle, a part of me truly thought the spanking was over, and my relief was palpable – it tasted like water on a parched tongue.
And what good timing! Because there was no way I could take any more….
Doc: I want you to . . . you need more help.
Doc: Sarah, lie down next to Satia. You can comfort her. Sarah’s there with you.
(Sarah moves Satia off her lap so she is lying on the bed, and then lies down next to her).
Sarah: (comforting) I’ve got you.
Doc: This is the tawse . . .