First Session - M/f
Posted: Sun Sep 08, 2013 9:29 am
This is an assignment given to me by my mentor/disciplinarian, he asked that I write the story of how I might want our first session to go. It's not a script or a true story. He was pleased with it and gave permission for me to post it here.
Assignment 1
When I stepped to the motel room door and slid the card key into the lock, it's loud mechanical buzz that signaled my successful admittance made me jump. I paused with the door only cracked, closed my eyes and forced myself to be still and breathe deeply for a moment before I fully entered.
It was a generic motel room, nothing significant or eye catching there. I put my small overnight bag and purse on the double bed, went to the little bathroom to get some water and glance in the mirror. Other than slight paleness and a little wideness to my eyes I figured I looked as I usually did, so I turned off the light and went back to sit on the edge of the bed and sip at my glass of water.
I sat for several minutes, letting my thoughts roam. When my eyes lit on my overnight bag, full of secret goodies from home, my stomach lurched a bit. The things in that bag were sure to bring me great pain and/or great pleasure that day, some of them I had selected for myself and others I had been asked to provide specifically. I wondered vaguely if I should unpack and lay out what I had brought, but decided to leave it alone.
Being the very first time, I was unsure of everything at that moment. I was afraid I had gotten myself into something too deep for my skill level, uneasily imagining what kind of fool I could make of myself in this room. What if all the fantasies and cravings had led me into a situation I really couldn't handle at all? Was I just a 50 Shades of Gray housewife without the novels or the house? Thinking I was into true kink when it was just boredom and suggestion? Did I really want to feel actual pain, submit to punishment, give myself over physically to someone I had only spoken to online and trust him to instruct me, guide me? Seriously, was I really going to bare my bottom and raise it up for a paddle? Did I want that, really?
Yes, my inner voice whispered. Yes, you do want that.
The damning evidence of just how badly I did want it had been there for weeks, especially since this date had been set. It was the constant, maddening awareness between my legs and the tingling I felt in my bottom when I considered this day. It was my dry mouth, irregular pulse and the impatient way I kept fidgeting with the bottom edge of my shirt.
Yes, I wanted this to happen. Badly.
The door behind me made a loud click and I jumped so hard that I splashed water from my glass. I turned and looked over my shoulder, watched the door swing open by a few inches and then stop. There was a soft knock.
"Suzanne?"
I had to try twice before I could get my mouth to work properly.
"Yes, I'm here...ah, come in?"
The door opened fully and my time for fear and worry was over, it was really going down. He stood in the doorway and we regarded each other silently, me still seated on the edge of the bed gripping an almost empty glass in both hands.
He smiled then and I was able to smile back. He entered the room fully and shut the door behind him, placed his keys on the window ledge and a small white bag on the floor. I could tell he was being careful not to spook me by moving too fast or approaching me too soon. He stood close to the door with his hands in his front pockets, seemingly comfortable and relaxed.
I wasn't exactly scared or even very nervous right then, but I still couldn't move from my seat on the bed. I was frozen, not in fear but in pure want. He was really here, this was happening.
His face was friendly and his tone kind when he spoke to me.
"Is this still okay?" he asked. "You alright?"
I nodded quickly. "I'm good. I'm just...overwhelmed, I guess."
He nodded and approached me casually, reached down and gently took the glass from my hand, placed it on the desk. Hands back in pockets, he stood looking down at me for a moment.
"Are you still sure about this? We won't begin until I know you are sure, that we've quieted any doubts. I don't want you to do anything you're not comfortable with."
"I'm sure, really. This is what I want."
He nodded, looking pleased at my answer.
"Okay, then. Good. May I look in your bag and see what you've brought?"
I nodded.
He sat a couple of feet from me on the bed, put the bag on his lap and opened it to peek inside. He reached in and moved things around to get a good look, then set the bag on the floor at his feet.
"Wonderful, very nice."
We sat there that way for several minutes, he asked me a few easily answered questions and as we chatted a little I felt myself easing down, breathing without having to think about it.
"Do you have any questions? Concerns? I need to know now before we start."
I shook my head in the negative.
"Okay, then. That's good. You're alright?"
I nodded, speechless suddenly.
He regarded me for a moment, perhaps making sure he believed me. Afraid he would turn and leave if I didn't project absolute certainty I gazed back, making eye contact. Trying to let him see inside. I wanted him to see that I was okay, I was ready.
What he saw must have convinced him, because he nodded a bit and then stood. His face was serious, almost stern then.
"Shall we begin, Suzanne?"
I took a breath, let it out. Cleared my throat softly.
"Yes, sir."
I watched as he turned and picked up the straightbacked, armless chair that was pushed up to the little motel writing desk. He placed the chair, facing me, in the center of the floor.
'Spanking Chair', I thought absurdly. My stomach tightened sharply and I had to force myself to take in air.
He stepped to the bed and held a hand to me, it was a formal gesture and I felt strangely ladylike as I put my hand in his. It was similar to the way I felt when slow dancing with my father at weddings. I squeezed his hand a little as I stood up. He didn't exactly squeeze back, not like a boyfriend would, but he tightened his grip slightly, steadily and it reassured me as I was led toward the chair.
He turned and sat with my hand still in his and guided me so that I was standing directly in front of him. He let go and sat back, silently regarding me. I tried not to fidget, but kept moving my hands from behind me to in front of me and then back again.
"Hands clasped in front of you," he instructed firmly. "Be still."
Heat came to my face from his stern tone and I quickly did as I was told. I didn't know where to rest my eyes, so I gazed down at the floor.
After a beat or two he spoke again and his tone once more made it clear that he expected to be minded.
"Remove your shirt and toss it on the bed."
"Yes, sir." I replied quickly, breathlessly.
I pulled my shirt off over my head, hands shaking, then turned back to him and clasped my hands again.
"Very good." A moment passed. "Now your bra."
Once I was standing before him with breasts bared and goosebumps rising on my arms, he nodded his approval curtly. I kept my eyes down, unable to avoid notice of how hard my nipples were and how they bobbed slightly with my uneven breaths.
"Jeans off. Now. Leave your panties."
I rushed to comply with fumbling fingers, as my face burned and I was so very aware of how many more clothes he had on than I.
He regarded me dispassionately, seeming to inspect without judgement every naked inch of me that he could see.
"Turn around in a circle, slowly."
I rotated myself with tiny barefoot steps as slowly and steadily as I could. He was taking stock, making note. I was embarrassed, shy and trembling..but so very excited.
"Good." he said, when I had turned a full circle for him.
There was a pause while he got comfortable in the seat, he opened his legs a bit more and adjusted how his pants gripped at him. Then stillness.
I glanced up and saw that he had fixed his penetrating gaze on my face, his expression almost grave. My mouth went dry and with an involuntary shudder I stared back down at the carpet quickly.
"Suzanne." His tone was so serious.
"Yes, sir?"
"Look up at me now. And listen."
"Yes, sir." I met his eyes with mine, felt brave for being able to do so.
"Do you know what's about to happen?" he asked.
I nodded quickly. "Yes, sir."
"And what is that?"
I fidgeted a little, too embarrassed to answer immediately.
"Suzanne." His voice sharpened.
"You're...going to spank me, sir?" I whispered, cheeks aflame.
"Yes. I am going to spank you."
My tummy lurched and I sucked in air, his statement had gone through me like electricity.
He held out his hand again and I took it, he pulled me toward him firmly and I was careful as I stepped around his feet to stand beside him. Then I was being guided down, bending over his lap like a naughty child. A fierce tingle kicked up between my legs and I was mortified when a small but audible moan escaped my lips.
I put my hands on the floor to steady myself and tried to brace the tops of my thighs against the chair some. Blood rushed to my head and I felt a little dizzy for a second.
He placed one hand on my back firmly and pressed down a little, a reassuring feeling. With the other he cupped my ass.
"You should be relatively comfortable..if anything about how you're positioned is painful or bothersome, fix it now."
"Yes, sir." I made a few small adjustments, wiggled so that his leg wasn't pressed so hard against my ribs and shifting the weight I was taking on my arms.
"I, um...I'm good, sir. Nothing hurts."
"Very good." He rubbed my panty clad backside a little, as if getting the feel for clay he was about to mold. He reached down and placed his other hand gently on my head.
"Are you ready, Suzanne?"
I gasped, my breathing suddenly compromised. Sensation tickled my insides from chest to toes and I had to close my eyes just to keep myself from overloading.
"Ye-, um...yes, sir." I managed to choke out my response audibly, but did not recognize my own voice.
He removed his hand from my head and returned it to my back, pressing down a little harder than before. The hand that was exploring my bottom stayed where it was long enough for him to fill it with one of my cheeks and give a solid squeeze. Then it was gone.
I waited, suspended in time momentarily with every nerve sparking and one foot twitching against the other. I dropped my head down a bit and let out a long deep breath.
His hand came down on my bottom with a loud clap and I startled with my whole body.
As soon as the warmth from that first contact registered with me fully his hand came down a second time and then a third, a fourth. The spanks became swift, hard and came with no hesitation. He switched expertly between one cheek and the other, moving his hand around so that soon my entire bottom was alive and smarting. Sharp slaps echoed in the small room and I found that I was arching my back, trying to actually lift my backside up to meet him. A momentary feeling of shame ripped through me but was quickly overridden by the building sting caused by that large, strong hand coming down on my ass.
This went on for several minutes at least and when he suddenly stopped I realized that I was open mouthed, practically panting. The tingle between my legs was maddening when coupled with the heat now coming from my bottom. I had to remind myself that he would surely make me sorry if I tried to roll off of his lap so that I could tend to the aching throb of my clitoris.
I felt his fingers grab hold of my panties and gasped when he pulled them down and left them bunched around my thighs. I could feel that they were damp from my excitement.
"Oh...oh, god." My voice came out sounding whiny but my embarrassment couldn't quiet me. I gasped again. "Oh my god."
He reached down and grabbed a handful of my hair, twisting it so that his grip was near my scalp but so I could feel the pull as he drew my head back towards him.
"Shhhhhh...", he said and tightened his grip a bit more for emphasis.
His other hand rubbed my lower back briefly and then drifted down to my bottom. He gave me a hard squeeze with a little shake and then his hand was gone again.
I tried to take a deep breath but his hand came down with brand new strength and caught me off guard. He spanked me even harder and faster than he had before and the sensation of his palm connecting with my bare skin built the sting up quickly.
Somehow able to be mindful of having been recently shushed, I tried to keep my lips clamped and to breathe through my nose.
He spanked me harder still and I was horrified when my thighs rubbed together and I felt sticky wetness between them that went down to where he had left my panties.
I quickly lost any concern about my sticky thighs, though, when he changed tactics and began to land several spanks in the same spot over and over. He began to focus entirely on one section at a time until the burn became unbelieveable, somehow knowing when to break off and attack a new area in the same way.
Keeping my lips together was soon a losing battle and I gave up when he began to work a spot down so low that it was part upper thigh and part buttcheek. He delivered hard, measured spanks with deadly accuracy and I heard myself beginning to cry out with each whack. The thought actually crossed my mind that he had switched to a wooden paddle without warning me somehow.
He switched his target area again but kept his aim where it had been, the tender parts at the very tops of my legs. In moments I realized with shock that I was about to cum. I panicked a little, wondering if I was allowed. It was a moot point, however, because there was no way I could have stopped it.
I felt my hips jerk violently, his hand came down with relentless attention and then I was cumming. I cried out loudly, moaning in shame because I could feel fluid running freely down my legs and gasping at the unbelieveable pleasure I was experiencing.
He didn't stop spanking me until I had hollared out my orgasm completely. When he stopped it was as if a string had been cut, I simply went limp over his lap. I lay there with no thoughts in my head, breathing loudly and simply feeling everything I was feeling. I felt tears wet on my cheeks, the carpet under my hand and my bottom throbbing in time with my clit.
When I felt his hand on my sore bottom I jumped a little, but his touch was kind. He mirrored it by placing his other hand on my head softly.
When he spoke however, his instructive tone left no doubt that I would be spanked again swiftly if I failed to comply.
"What do you say?" he asked.
I blinked rapidly, my mind scraping around for purchase.
His hand squeezed a particularly raw spot and I moaned, long and low. Something was building in my chest, bubbling to the surface.
"Suzanne. I asked what you should say."
"Thank you, sir." I managed before the tears came. Suddenly I was crying, shoulders shaking with sobs that I couldn't contain. I felt his hands on me, helping me up. Then I was sitting on his lap, weeping into his shoulder while he held a hand on my back.
When the little storm passed and I was able to be quiet, I took a moment to see how I really felt. My bottom was smarting like crazy, absolutely throbbing. I was warm inside and out, as if I had just done arobics or yoga. I felt loose and light. Gone was the knot in my stomach, the tension in my neck and the itchy feeling throughout my body that I could never soothe. I closed my eyes, sighed with relief.
"Thank you, sir." I whispered.
Assignment 1
When I stepped to the motel room door and slid the card key into the lock, it's loud mechanical buzz that signaled my successful admittance made me jump. I paused with the door only cracked, closed my eyes and forced myself to be still and breathe deeply for a moment before I fully entered.
It was a generic motel room, nothing significant or eye catching there. I put my small overnight bag and purse on the double bed, went to the little bathroom to get some water and glance in the mirror. Other than slight paleness and a little wideness to my eyes I figured I looked as I usually did, so I turned off the light and went back to sit on the edge of the bed and sip at my glass of water.
I sat for several minutes, letting my thoughts roam. When my eyes lit on my overnight bag, full of secret goodies from home, my stomach lurched a bit. The things in that bag were sure to bring me great pain and/or great pleasure that day, some of them I had selected for myself and others I had been asked to provide specifically. I wondered vaguely if I should unpack and lay out what I had brought, but decided to leave it alone.
Being the very first time, I was unsure of everything at that moment. I was afraid I had gotten myself into something too deep for my skill level, uneasily imagining what kind of fool I could make of myself in this room. What if all the fantasies and cravings had led me into a situation I really couldn't handle at all? Was I just a 50 Shades of Gray housewife without the novels or the house? Thinking I was into true kink when it was just boredom and suggestion? Did I really want to feel actual pain, submit to punishment, give myself over physically to someone I had only spoken to online and trust him to instruct me, guide me? Seriously, was I really going to bare my bottom and raise it up for a paddle? Did I want that, really?
Yes, my inner voice whispered. Yes, you do want that.
The damning evidence of just how badly I did want it had been there for weeks, especially since this date had been set. It was the constant, maddening awareness between my legs and the tingling I felt in my bottom when I considered this day. It was my dry mouth, irregular pulse and the impatient way I kept fidgeting with the bottom edge of my shirt.
Yes, I wanted this to happen. Badly.
The door behind me made a loud click and I jumped so hard that I splashed water from my glass. I turned and looked over my shoulder, watched the door swing open by a few inches and then stop. There was a soft knock.
"Suzanne?"
I had to try twice before I could get my mouth to work properly.
"Yes, I'm here...ah, come in?"
The door opened fully and my time for fear and worry was over, it was really going down. He stood in the doorway and we regarded each other silently, me still seated on the edge of the bed gripping an almost empty glass in both hands.
He smiled then and I was able to smile back. He entered the room fully and shut the door behind him, placed his keys on the window ledge and a small white bag on the floor. I could tell he was being careful not to spook me by moving too fast or approaching me too soon. He stood close to the door with his hands in his front pockets, seemingly comfortable and relaxed.
I wasn't exactly scared or even very nervous right then, but I still couldn't move from my seat on the bed. I was frozen, not in fear but in pure want. He was really here, this was happening.
His face was friendly and his tone kind when he spoke to me.
"Is this still okay?" he asked. "You alright?"
I nodded quickly. "I'm good. I'm just...overwhelmed, I guess."
He nodded and approached me casually, reached down and gently took the glass from my hand, placed it on the desk. Hands back in pockets, he stood looking down at me for a moment.
"Are you still sure about this? We won't begin until I know you are sure, that we've quieted any doubts. I don't want you to do anything you're not comfortable with."
"I'm sure, really. This is what I want."
He nodded, looking pleased at my answer.
"Okay, then. Good. May I look in your bag and see what you've brought?"
I nodded.
He sat a couple of feet from me on the bed, put the bag on his lap and opened it to peek inside. He reached in and moved things around to get a good look, then set the bag on the floor at his feet.
"Wonderful, very nice."
We sat there that way for several minutes, he asked me a few easily answered questions and as we chatted a little I felt myself easing down, breathing without having to think about it.
"Do you have any questions? Concerns? I need to know now before we start."
I shook my head in the negative.
"Okay, then. That's good. You're alright?"
I nodded, speechless suddenly.
He regarded me for a moment, perhaps making sure he believed me. Afraid he would turn and leave if I didn't project absolute certainty I gazed back, making eye contact. Trying to let him see inside. I wanted him to see that I was okay, I was ready.
What he saw must have convinced him, because he nodded a bit and then stood. His face was serious, almost stern then.
"Shall we begin, Suzanne?"
I took a breath, let it out. Cleared my throat softly.
"Yes, sir."
I watched as he turned and picked up the straightbacked, armless chair that was pushed up to the little motel writing desk. He placed the chair, facing me, in the center of the floor.
'Spanking Chair', I thought absurdly. My stomach tightened sharply and I had to force myself to take in air.
He stepped to the bed and held a hand to me, it was a formal gesture and I felt strangely ladylike as I put my hand in his. It was similar to the way I felt when slow dancing with my father at weddings. I squeezed his hand a little as I stood up. He didn't exactly squeeze back, not like a boyfriend would, but he tightened his grip slightly, steadily and it reassured me as I was led toward the chair.
He turned and sat with my hand still in his and guided me so that I was standing directly in front of him. He let go and sat back, silently regarding me. I tried not to fidget, but kept moving my hands from behind me to in front of me and then back again.
"Hands clasped in front of you," he instructed firmly. "Be still."
Heat came to my face from his stern tone and I quickly did as I was told. I didn't know where to rest my eyes, so I gazed down at the floor.
After a beat or two he spoke again and his tone once more made it clear that he expected to be minded.
"Remove your shirt and toss it on the bed."
"Yes, sir." I replied quickly, breathlessly.
I pulled my shirt off over my head, hands shaking, then turned back to him and clasped my hands again.
"Very good." A moment passed. "Now your bra."
Once I was standing before him with breasts bared and goosebumps rising on my arms, he nodded his approval curtly. I kept my eyes down, unable to avoid notice of how hard my nipples were and how they bobbed slightly with my uneven breaths.
"Jeans off. Now. Leave your panties."
I rushed to comply with fumbling fingers, as my face burned and I was so very aware of how many more clothes he had on than I.
He regarded me dispassionately, seeming to inspect without judgement every naked inch of me that he could see.
"Turn around in a circle, slowly."
I rotated myself with tiny barefoot steps as slowly and steadily as I could. He was taking stock, making note. I was embarrassed, shy and trembling..but so very excited.
"Good." he said, when I had turned a full circle for him.
There was a pause while he got comfortable in the seat, he opened his legs a bit more and adjusted how his pants gripped at him. Then stillness.
I glanced up and saw that he had fixed his penetrating gaze on my face, his expression almost grave. My mouth went dry and with an involuntary shudder I stared back down at the carpet quickly.
"Suzanne." His tone was so serious.
"Yes, sir?"
"Look up at me now. And listen."
"Yes, sir." I met his eyes with mine, felt brave for being able to do so.
"Do you know what's about to happen?" he asked.
I nodded quickly. "Yes, sir."
"And what is that?"
I fidgeted a little, too embarrassed to answer immediately.
"Suzanne." His voice sharpened.
"You're...going to spank me, sir?" I whispered, cheeks aflame.
"Yes. I am going to spank you."
My tummy lurched and I sucked in air, his statement had gone through me like electricity.
He held out his hand again and I took it, he pulled me toward him firmly and I was careful as I stepped around his feet to stand beside him. Then I was being guided down, bending over his lap like a naughty child. A fierce tingle kicked up between my legs and I was mortified when a small but audible moan escaped my lips.
I put my hands on the floor to steady myself and tried to brace the tops of my thighs against the chair some. Blood rushed to my head and I felt a little dizzy for a second.
He placed one hand on my back firmly and pressed down a little, a reassuring feeling. With the other he cupped my ass.
"You should be relatively comfortable..if anything about how you're positioned is painful or bothersome, fix it now."
"Yes, sir." I made a few small adjustments, wiggled so that his leg wasn't pressed so hard against my ribs and shifting the weight I was taking on my arms.
"I, um...I'm good, sir. Nothing hurts."
"Very good." He rubbed my panty clad backside a little, as if getting the feel for clay he was about to mold. He reached down and placed his other hand gently on my head.
"Are you ready, Suzanne?"
I gasped, my breathing suddenly compromised. Sensation tickled my insides from chest to toes and I had to close my eyes just to keep myself from overloading.
"Ye-, um...yes, sir." I managed to choke out my response audibly, but did not recognize my own voice.
He removed his hand from my head and returned it to my back, pressing down a little harder than before. The hand that was exploring my bottom stayed where it was long enough for him to fill it with one of my cheeks and give a solid squeeze. Then it was gone.
I waited, suspended in time momentarily with every nerve sparking and one foot twitching against the other. I dropped my head down a bit and let out a long deep breath.
His hand came down on my bottom with a loud clap and I startled with my whole body.
As soon as the warmth from that first contact registered with me fully his hand came down a second time and then a third, a fourth. The spanks became swift, hard and came with no hesitation. He switched expertly between one cheek and the other, moving his hand around so that soon my entire bottom was alive and smarting. Sharp slaps echoed in the small room and I found that I was arching my back, trying to actually lift my backside up to meet him. A momentary feeling of shame ripped through me but was quickly overridden by the building sting caused by that large, strong hand coming down on my ass.
This went on for several minutes at least and when he suddenly stopped I realized that I was open mouthed, practically panting. The tingle between my legs was maddening when coupled with the heat now coming from my bottom. I had to remind myself that he would surely make me sorry if I tried to roll off of his lap so that I could tend to the aching throb of my clitoris.
I felt his fingers grab hold of my panties and gasped when he pulled them down and left them bunched around my thighs. I could feel that they were damp from my excitement.
"Oh...oh, god." My voice came out sounding whiny but my embarrassment couldn't quiet me. I gasped again. "Oh my god."
He reached down and grabbed a handful of my hair, twisting it so that his grip was near my scalp but so I could feel the pull as he drew my head back towards him.
"Shhhhhh...", he said and tightened his grip a bit more for emphasis.
His other hand rubbed my lower back briefly and then drifted down to my bottom. He gave me a hard squeeze with a little shake and then his hand was gone again.
I tried to take a deep breath but his hand came down with brand new strength and caught me off guard. He spanked me even harder and faster than he had before and the sensation of his palm connecting with my bare skin built the sting up quickly.
Somehow able to be mindful of having been recently shushed, I tried to keep my lips clamped and to breathe through my nose.
He spanked me harder still and I was horrified when my thighs rubbed together and I felt sticky wetness between them that went down to where he had left my panties.
I quickly lost any concern about my sticky thighs, though, when he changed tactics and began to land several spanks in the same spot over and over. He began to focus entirely on one section at a time until the burn became unbelieveable, somehow knowing when to break off and attack a new area in the same way.
Keeping my lips together was soon a losing battle and I gave up when he began to work a spot down so low that it was part upper thigh and part buttcheek. He delivered hard, measured spanks with deadly accuracy and I heard myself beginning to cry out with each whack. The thought actually crossed my mind that he had switched to a wooden paddle without warning me somehow.
He switched his target area again but kept his aim where it had been, the tender parts at the very tops of my legs. In moments I realized with shock that I was about to cum. I panicked a little, wondering if I was allowed. It was a moot point, however, because there was no way I could have stopped it.
I felt my hips jerk violently, his hand came down with relentless attention and then I was cumming. I cried out loudly, moaning in shame because I could feel fluid running freely down my legs and gasping at the unbelieveable pleasure I was experiencing.
He didn't stop spanking me until I had hollared out my orgasm completely. When he stopped it was as if a string had been cut, I simply went limp over his lap. I lay there with no thoughts in my head, breathing loudly and simply feeling everything I was feeling. I felt tears wet on my cheeks, the carpet under my hand and my bottom throbbing in time with my clit.
When I felt his hand on my sore bottom I jumped a little, but his touch was kind. He mirrored it by placing his other hand on my head softly.
When he spoke however, his instructive tone left no doubt that I would be spanked again swiftly if I failed to comply.
"What do you say?" he asked.
I blinked rapidly, my mind scraping around for purchase.
His hand squeezed a particularly raw spot and I moaned, long and low. Something was building in my chest, bubbling to the surface.
"Suzanne. I asked what you should say."
"Thank you, sir." I managed before the tears came. Suddenly I was crying, shoulders shaking with sobs that I couldn't contain. I felt his hands on me, helping me up. Then I was sitting on his lap, weeping into his shoulder while he held a hand on my back.
When the little storm passed and I was able to be quiet, I took a moment to see how I really felt. My bottom was smarting like crazy, absolutely throbbing. I was warm inside and out, as if I had just done arobics or yoga. I felt loose and light. Gone was the knot in my stomach, the tension in my neck and the itchy feeling throughout my body that I could never soothe. I closed my eyes, sighed with relief.
"Thank you, sir." I whispered.
