His aim was perfect on the very first swing of the heavy leather, striking me across both ass cheeks with a resounding "SLAP!!".His aim was perfect on the very first swing of the heavy leather, striking me across both ass cheeks with a resounding "SLAP!!". Usually, my Master varied the timing of his swings so that I was never quite sure when I would feel the leather against my ass again, but this time he swung the razor strop contiuously and quickly, popping my naked ass a minimum of thirty times a minute. I can't be sure, but I think I recieved over 150 strappings with the strop before he stopped. The only thing I knew for sure was that he would recieve absolutely no argument from me the remainder of the day, no matter what he chose to do to me. Rather than carrying me to another position as he usually did, Master made me struggle to my feet and walk to the spanking bench. It was all I could do to move, and I know it took me much longer than he would have liked to get to the bench, but I did the best that I could. My ass was on fire, both with pain and with passion, and I could feel that familiar feeling in my cunt that I only get when I'm being disciplined. |