steph had a safeword. She could have stopped her spanking at any moment with just a word.
She chose not to. She wanted an intense spanking. If you listen to the sound file, you will hear how much she suffered.
You will hear how, after I have tawsed steph vigorously, and she is suffering greatly, she begs me to stop. I continue.
Please don’t listen to this sound file if you think it might upset you. This is what she wanted—but at the moment of crisis, she was in agony, as the sound file makes clear.
We didn’t get to that point on the spur of the moment; we had talked about it for months and worked our way toward it on her first visit to Houston and, now, her second. You can try this at home, but only if you get to that point one careful step at a time. After a successful spanking, you will both be hoping you can meet again soon.
After I posted this, steph listened to the sound files for the first time in a long time. They brought back memories! She wrote, “It is horrifying! You thrashed me! A harrowing set of files. But so so good.”
I had serious reservations
It got silent and there was no more smacking. You might think that is good, but I knew there was only one explanation, and then you said it: “I am going to tawse you now”. My body and mind violently rejected the notion. I wanted to beg you to wait for another day, but I knew that wouldn’t work unless I used my safeword. I think that safewords are for grave reservations, this was only “very serious” reservations. I almost felt that desperate. The paddling, my bottom hole, they both hurt so keenly that I was certain I couldn’t take any more. I asked you to wait. You did…… What a relief when you sat next to me and talked to me. It was comforting for a minute and I hoped it would turn into much longer. When you stood back up the whimpering panic flooded my chest again… Doc…. no, no, no….. You said, “You are part way though the hard part;” those are the least comforting words I can think of.
A few days before you spanked me, maybe even a week or so, I mentioned backing out of the tawse, sort of joking on the square at the time (saying something I mean in a joking way to see what kind of reaction it elicits). I thought a lot about which implement I could suggest to you to make you take that bait and forget about the tawse. Then after I drove in from the airport and went in your bathroom to take a bath, I saw the tawse neatly placed in the niche in the bathtub wall where the soap usually sits. My first thought was that you must have used it on someone in the bathtub. Then I picked it up and looked at it. I was pretty sure it was the tawse because I remember slapping it on my hand before and it even hurt on my hand…. and it was split in two. I was pretty sure it was the tawse, but I wasn’t quite sure. Long story short, by the time I arrived at your house, I was terrified of it.
I felt desperate
When you uttered the words, “I am going to tawse you now,” I really really didn’t want it, I felt desperate for you to do something else. I knew that begging would do no good. You had already told me in an email that you were going to give it to me and I knew there was no way out.
I was scared for good reason…. you already know the pain you caused with it. If you were ever going to tawse me again, I would be just as frightened and maybe even more so…..
I only had a perfunctory understanding of what you meant when you said quite a while ago that when you got to a point where a woman was writhing in pain, that is when your core was connected to her core, and it was more intimate than penetrating her. I appreciated that statement more fully when you began thrashing me with the tawse.
I was begging
The first time the tawse came down on my bottom, I knew this was regrettable. The third time it came down, it pushed me over the edge of tears, four was desperation, by seven I was begging you to please stop!! Doc, I truly couldn’t take it any longer. That tirade of pain you laid on me was agonizing and deep and never ending.
You told me I was part way through the tawse. Part way!? Hadn’t it already been at least 10 minutes? All I could utter was “Doc”. What I didn’t have time to say was “Doc, please, no, I have had enough” before your blistering forehand strikes made my hair stand on end. Those strikes crossed the line into caustic territory.
There was no way for me to see my way out of it or reason with that level of pain. I felt the tip of that instrument lick the skin on the right side of my bottom like an open flame, the freshness of each blow lent a new hierarchy of distress. Those blinding two minutes seemed like two hours.
You owned me
I hated you for a minute. I begged you to stop and I thought that you had to know it was too much for me!! You were ripping that thing into my body whether I wanted it or not. You completely owned me at that moment. This concept seemed new to me although it wasn’t, but I did know, it was too much. I know I was screaming in my head much louder than I can hear on the recording. When you finally stopped, I didn’t want you to touch me at all. The pain didn’t stop for another few minutes….. I have no idea how many…..
I will never again ask for the tawse explicitly. I think part of the fear and torment this time as you got ready to inflict that punishment on me was that, unlike the first time I visited, I knew the level of pain I was facing and knew it would be more intense this time. I didn’t have the benefit of ignorance. That is the reason, I can never be specifically looking forward to the tawse, I know that is unbearable and even though I can look back and say, wow, that was great! And…. part of me looks forward to and hopes for that experience again… I know that when I am bent over the wedge and you are pulling down my panties, the fear of what is coming will be searing.
My memory of the tawse is luckily broken up. I think that it hurt so badly it may have been a little traumatic to be honest. lol. I don’t think it is easy to make me whimper and cry like that and I am sure that is the part you enjoyed the most…… I spent much of the time trying to avoid, somehow, the next blow. That was a moot point since I was tied four ways. There was no way to escape. You showed absolutely no relenting at all with that. You just acknowledged the pain I was having and continued.
I really don’t know what else to add about the tawse right now. When I listen to it on my computer, Media Player has a graphic called Yellow Flame that bounces around with the sound. Every time you hit me with the tawse, the previous peaks at the edges fill up through the front row and move to the back in a wave, my cries directly after do the same thing. I have to say thank you in hindsight. I would never have said that at the time. I really did want too much pain from you this time and I really did get it.
This will sound contradictory
This is going to sound completely contradictory…..there is no way for me to explain this feeling fully……. When you finally stopped, I almost wanted one more, just to know that was all I could take, but where would that end? One more, one more, one more…… into eternity? (There is not way to say that last sentence without sounding nutty)……(please don’t ask me to see a psychiatrist)….. lol
The tawse was really bad Doc.
4. Oh God
You can download this file (same quality) at 4. Oh God