Pride may be a sin, but for the submissive personality, voluntarily raising your scorched bottom in exchange for honest praise, is a feeling nearly indescribable akin to the greatest joy possible. Awareness narrowed to the sharp snap of leather loudly impacting flesh. Regular explosions, my body tensed and relaxed with the crisp rhythm. The murmurs of voices vaguely heard, but was unable to differentiate the individuals. The tide was running out, sweeping me swiftly away from reality, the only constant, my thumping heart; sinking, sinking into the pain, the wonderful punishment soaking deep into my needy core. I tasted salt.
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Love the line you wrote, “Awareness narrowed to the sharp snap of leather loudly impacting flesh
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….. Ouch!
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Sorry, my above comment was cut off and posted before I was ready. What I was trying to communicate is that is a fantastic line! For me, during an intense spanking, everything else disappears and all that exists is the pain…
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It’s amazing thing to experience and witness.
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