Here is where I really hurt her. Some people find this level of punishment thrilling. Others find even the idea appalling, shocking, frightening. It’s not for everyone, and if it’s not for you, click to another page.
As you were tying my arms up for the next ~segment~ of my punishment, I watched you and wondered to myself if I really wanted to finish this. I felt very scared and apprehensive at that point. Maybe I am not cut out for real pain, I thought, that is fine if I’m not.
After my hands were secure, you told me that you would leave my legs untied until they were needed. Relief.
You said you would start with the “fun” implements I had taken out of the bag earlier because I thought they looked a little harmless. Wow, misjudgment abounds.
Doc at play
You took the little firehose slapper thing and smacked it on my butt a couple of times. You said that isn’t bad is it…. I thought, not really, not bad, a little stingy. You said something like ~it probably wouldn’t hurt unless it were used over and over~ and hit me about 14 or 15 more times with it. Wow, that is sharp and painful…. it felt like little razors all over my bottom. I quickly wished I had not shown any interest in other implements because I knew that small strap was laying there too. Sure enough, you said you would try that a few times. Nooooo Doc!!
I could see you in the periphery of my eye and you said ~let me try this small strap backhand~, I felt frozen again. You hit me a few times backhand and it stung and hurt, but it was tolerable if biting. I could feel the edges licking my skin in a not so pleasant way. I knew that if you had hit me a few more times with this, I would have come unglued; it didn’t ~feel~ harmless! It was kind of fun having a taste of these implements though. You seemed so matter-of-fact while you punished me, like a kid with his toy box, trying out things to see what happens. Quite cute Doc.
You tied my legs
You decided after that to tie my legs. As you did that, it felt like an eternity went by. I kept my eye on the paddle laying next to me on the bed. You got my legs secured and I noticed you were switching things around on the bed next to me.
When I looked to see what was missing, I noticed that the Melissa paddle was gone. You had it in your hand!! You were going to use it on me!! I could feel my heart in my throat when you climbed over my back.
You told me some things and you also told me you were going to punish me ~wait a minute….. if, so far, you hadn’t been punishing me….. I was in trouble~ and you said it would hurt a lot. That was the truth.
Coming out of my skin with pain
You laid the first swat on my left cheek. It was deep and heavy and painful, immediately!! The subsequent 10 or 12 blows were immediate and they landed swiftly on each side of my ass and sometimes down the middle. The pain was so abrupt and caustic and raw that I was shocked!!!! I could barely react. I couldn’t use my legs to move my bottom out of the way of the blows, I couldn’t move my hands back to block, I could barely make a sound, I was coming out of my skin with pain. I thought surely that was it and you would stop…… you did not.
You said ~harder now~ and the spanks got faster and harder and I couldn’t take anymore!! It was too much and I was in too much pain. You told me to hang in there, but they were just words, completely meaningless to me at that moment. I didn’t know what I would do with each following stroke after that I needed you to stop right now! Even sitting here now, I can’t remember how badly it hurt, but I know I was completely frantic. Then, seemingly, almost as quickly as you started, you stopped. Exhale!!!
A very long two minutes
Afterward, I listened to this sound sequence, and the actual paddling lasted 2 minutes and 10 seconds. At the time it seemed like 2 hours, in hind sight it seems like less than 1 minute. I didn’t count, but I am guessing that it was probably 100 times that paddle landed on my ass with some force! OOOOOOuuuucccchhhhh.
My memories afterward
When I saw the Melissa paddle in the bag, I was scared of it immediately because it was thick. The other paddle choices seemed too long and wide at the time and I couldn’t imagine being spanked with them. Now, I can’t imagine the Melissa paddle on my bottom again. Listening to that part of my punishment again, it makes me feel weak inside again. I think that when I am feeling that much pain, my mind almost goes into a protective mode and blanks out periods of time.
The other segments of my punishment left my ass stinging and burning and by the time you produced the Melissa paddle, I almost felt done. My body was shrinking into itself and there was no way to fortify my exposed bottom to the misery that was just around the corner. My mind began racing and my old thoughts of ~am I completely insane?~ …. ~maybe I should just stop this~ became fresh in my mind.
Visions of my safeword
From the time you climbed onto my back until the time you brought that paddle down, screaming into my flesh, it seemed like an eternity, much longer than it was. After the first 10 or 12 swats, my safeword started bubbling in my throat. I was afraid to say much because every nasty, blood curdling stroke after those 10 or 12 was too too much.
Every 15 seconds became a new stage of unbearable anguish, the kind that when it presents itself, I meet it for the first time because I didn’t know it existed. Each level was a new “friend” that I definitely didn’t want to meet and couldn’t trust at the time. At some point it boiled over to way way too much. I could feel the agony sinking deeper into my bottom until there was no more room.
Listening to it now, Doc, I can identify each stage and I remember feeling like my nerves and my senses were burning, not just on my ass but in my head. There was no more room for me to process what was happening with that paddle, everything was full.
Spanking slower and more deliberately
It was at that point that you started spanking slower and more deliberately and less passionately. That just allowed the pain of each ugly smack time to register fully!! It renewed the ability for my mind and body to start to process each painful, unbearable stroke.
I needed it to stop at that point, I couldn’t stand it anymore….. then you said ~a little harder~…. Nooooooooooooo. It was pure untainted agony, just physical agony at that point. I couldn’t believe that you were still spanking me at that level. I felt frightened beyond belief. I am glad you tied me down, even my legs, because I would have begun struggling heavily against that pain had I been free to.
4. The real stuff
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