steph wanted me to punish her. This doesn’t mean that she had done anything wrong; the concept of “punishment” refers instead to a spanking that very intense.
At some point you hinted that my punishment was on the near horizon, terror flooded my throat immediately. We agreed that it could wait a little while. You gave me the dreadful job of informing you when I am ready….. okay…..
While we were in your living room, you worked on your computer while I read and tried to concentrate on the work I brought with me. My thoughts focused on the material I was reading for no more than 2 or 3 minutes at a time. Then I looked over at you to see if you were impatient…… nope, it didn’t appear so. It was horrible to have the task of deciding when to be punished. I knew it was waiting and I knew you were going to hurt me badly, but lucky for me, I didn’t know what level of pain was in store for me. Lucky for me, or I might say, lucky for us both because that knowledge may have compelled me to head for the door slowly and disappear!
I was feeling comfortable and very sure that the time I was spending with you was destined to be memorable, exciting and pleasant. I couldn’t think of one thing I would rather have been doing. But……. time was ticking by and my excitement, anxiety, and fear of my punishment could not be entertained any longer. I looked at you a couple of times, sitting at the table, engrossed in whatever you were doing. I got the courage to ask you what time it was so I could open the door to “I think I am ready to be spanked hard”. You said it is 4:15 – I said, 15 minutes? You came over and made sure I knew what I was saying then adjourned back to the bedroom to set up.
I heard the racket and movement back in the bedroom. I couldn’t wait 15 minutes and joined you back there to allay the mystery of what you were up to. You set up the wedge (larger in life than in photos!) and took out far too many ropes for my taste!! I nervously pointed out the excess of ropes. The thought of being tied up excites me, although I abhor the thought of being ~tied down~ and unable to move. I knew that your goal was not to tie me down, but just stop me from jumping up and running out of the room. As you politely explained to me everything you were doing, I remembered your words from weeks ago…. ~I will be gentle and caring, but when you are over my knee, bare-bottom up, you will be in for a whole new world of pain.~ All of a sudden I felt cold, the room began to feel a little bigger, a little quieter, you got a little further away.
You stood in front of me and took off my pants and shirt, leaving me in my bra and panties. You took me over your knee and began spanking. The warm up was nice, you spanked me hard enough to sting really bad. I liked it a lot! Some of that made me suck in my breath, your hand both feels like both torment and bliss in a disparate way. I enjoyed the sting of that warm up immensely. Then you ordered me over the wedge, I thought you would see the huge knot in my stomach.
You climbed over my back, facing my feet and began spanking me with your hand. My earlier thoughts were realized, and then some. Your hand can deliver some agony all by itself. You smacked with such rapid force, I was almost at the point where I couldn’t take any more and I started to feel terrified at the potential pain because I knew this was the beginning. I couldn’t breathe while you spanked me hard with your hand. I finally exhaled when you were done. I think you took off my bra and pulled down my panties at this point. I had never been punished naked, but there I was, fully exposed to you and ready for pain. Maybe not really ready, I never feel ready for that, but it was that time. My memory of this moment is stifled and blurry with anxiety.
Between my cheeks
You told me to spread my legs apart because you were going to punish me between my ass cheeks. I flushed and momentarily wished we could go back to the ~erotic spanking~. lol. Then you held one of my cheeks aside, eventually handing me that task, and started spanking me around and on my asshole. Oh Doc! Oh D-o-c!! That was a mixed bag! Agony, unforgiving sting, and pleasure. Every time your hand landed on or near that tender spot. It wasn’t the kind of pleasure I could classify immediately. It was the kind that lingers after my mind and body register what just happened milliseconds after the pain lands, by then another blow has landed between my ass cheeks. My reaction to your slaps caused me to let go of my bottom and interrupted your flow, you wondered aloud if you could get a paddle in between my cheeks. You promised to do so if I didn’t hold myself apart for your punishment. I was afraid to hold them apart, and afraid not to. When you asked me how that felt, my answer went from a plain “painful” after you spanked me with your hand before the wedge during the warm up; to a very soulful, whining ~painful~ after this segment. Then I got your ~umm hmm~, that small noise you make that holds no concession, concurrence or acquiescence….. it is purely acknowledgment.
When you told me in previous emails that you intended to punish my bottom like this, I thought that would be the most painful part of the punishment, I was wrong….
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