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This is from one of the Bottoms Up parties in Dallas, from March 2007 (see Bottoms Up, 2007 for more of the wonderful spankings at that event).
Sarah and I saved Satia's spanking for Saturday evening. It was our special treat, a private celebration at the end of an enjoyable public party.
Sarah and I didn’t plan the spanking. Sarah and I did agree that she would take the lead, and I told Sarah that she could hurt Satia a lot. Beyond that we went based on what felt right at the moment.
Satia looked very pretty in her maid costume. I had been watching her get spanked all weekend and was more than ready to spank her myself.
I set up the videocamera and sound recorder. Sarah took her over her lap. Sarah looked lovely, and happy.
I was busy for a while with the recording devices, including taking still pix, but my impression is that Sarah started out relatively lightly and built up gradually but in time was spanking Satia hard. I remember her using a strap on her and the Melissa paddle.
Sarah spanking Satia. Don't miss her flogger earrings!
Over Sarah's lap, near the beginning of the spanking.
Over Sarah's lap again but now close to the end.
Sarah started the spanking, then I pitched in; I finished Satia off with a heavy Lexan paddle that hurts unbelievably.
Here's how Satia describes the prologue to her spanking:
The weekend party had been incredible – so many experiences and so many great people! I felt like a princess of true order, like a beloved and accepted member of a great big family. And yet, what was missing for me was simple: the serious spankings.
Of course this made sense – no one wanted to mark or abuse a spankee to such a degree that they would have to sit out the rest of the party! And, of course, no one knew me or how much severe pain I truly adored.
This didn’t stop me from having a fantastic time, though. Every swat, every bit of banter, every strike and tease and recalcitrant pout at the end… all were fulfilling so many fantasies of mine, I could not keep track! I enjoy all spankings – even though I love the extreme the most, the lightest of hand spankings is still fun and greatly enjoyable, while I know that is what to expect. These keep the fun alive, and the excitement level high, and I was in heaven every moment!
I felt tense with my constant strain of internal nervousness and my active and outward battle against it. I was brimming with impish thoughts and bratting retorts. Every blow on my bottom, thonged or bare, had built upon the next in a crescendo of feeling and rising brilliant energy.
And yet,… and yet. I kept looking for my Doc or my Sarah – and if you were not nearby, I comforted myself in knowing you were only moments away if I needed you, still in the building, looking out for me… and ready for the serious spanking I awaited on Saturday night.
Of everyone at the party, you two would give me this spanking – not because no one else there could possibly give a hard spanking, no!; though in all my experience, I write this now still marveling at your incredible expertise and personal skill! What I mean, however, is that you two, my friends, know me. That is what it takes, that trust, to offer a serious amount of pain.
By the time Saturday night came about, I made good on my word and hid from you both. I was surprised this was a surprise, as I had been shouting from the rooftops that I would, come judgment time! At least I did not truly hide – I could have ensconced into any of a number of hotel rooms or corners and waited you both out. But I wanted this spanking just as much as I didn’t want it.
Serious spankings make me want to escape them – they should! And yes, I’d regret it later if I were successful, but that has never prevented me from giving in to it in the moment of panic.
Still, I was caught up in the fun, and although the spanking ahead of me rested like an ominous cloud over my head, it felt unreal.
I was over a lap when you found me in a corner of a common room, Sarah. You didn’t want to be rude, and allowed Highwayman to finish giving me the lovely swats I needed from him!
In the meanwhile, you found another victim to punish. At some point, you called to me, “Satia?”
“Yes,” I replied, hesitant.
“Do you hear this?”
The crack’ing blows on bare flesh…
“Yes,” I answered, quite a bit more timidly. I knew what you were implying. I pushed myself up enough to see… it was a wide strap, and my stomach clenched in anxiety.
By the time I was let up, you were not done. I moved slowly forward, but you were, as always, a step ahead of me mentally. You called to the nearby tops – even pointing and waving in emphasis – and to the bottom, Jack, who even though he is a bottom is much larger than I am! And you told them all to make sure I did not leave.
Swept away by the enormous fun I’d been having for so long, non-stop, I laughed, but did not move forward any more.
At least… not until you finished and rose. When you walked toward me, so friendly and yet so purposeful, I had that shock of fear – fear based on a knowledge that I was going to soon be in some serious pain!
Rather than risk a single wrong move from me, you took me by my hand, and led me out of the party, and to my fate.
On the way to the room, in the hallway meeting new friends, a great battle was raging inside me – a tug-of-war between still flying high and bantering and bratting… and the rising fear that only a severe spanking can bring me. Every instant that my mind and body was in motion, I was the imp and the carefree Satia… but as soon as the motion ended, I found myself looking at the ground and extremely aware of Sarah’s strong hand and presence.
To see more pix and listen to the sound files, click on the links below.
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