POOF!
In a cloud of smoke, a Genie appears in front of me, and intones,
"I am the Genie of Fantasy. I can not make you rich or famous, but I CAN put you into any fantasy world you wish. You can stay in the fantasy world as long as you want... you can say the words, "Teenie Genie, take me home" or if you fall asleep, you'll return to this real world, and only one minute in real time will have passed."
I eagerly told him what I wanted.
POOF!
I was back at the BDSM party, sitting, with Merry barely awake, next to me, just ... watching.
Miss B came up to us, and said to me, "Shilo, at our last party, you suggested we play sometime. You up for it now?"
I smiled. "Sure..."
Merry let me up, and Miss B and I moseyed towards a spanking bench.
"Anything special you like?" she asked.
"Well, Merry can handle a paddle, if you know what I mean.."
She nodded, and I continued, "But she's not so going with flexible leather ... tawse, strap, belt, that sort of thing. Half the time or more, she hits herself when she's pulling it back. So, I'd like to experience a strapping from someone skilled."
"I can do that," she said with a smile. "What intensity level do you prefer?"
"You've seen Merry in action?"
"MMM hmm," she said smiling again.
"Like that," I said.
"And, safe word?"
"Oh, I dunno, I've never used one. Merry likes 'purple', how about that?"
"Sure. Ready?"
"Oh yeah." I pulled my briefs down and off and mounted the bench.
She started with ten strokes of a Lochgelly tawse, as I grunted softly.
She followed that with ten of a razor strop, and I grunted louder at each.
Then came ten of a Canadian prison strap, and my grunts became soft Oh ooch oooh
Then ten of a CP ruler strap, and I was much louder in my groans of Unhh Unchhh....
She stopped and whispered in my ear, "How ya doing?"
"Wow...owch," I said.
"Your bottom is quite colorful. I'm a little afraid to do anymore. Shall we call it a wrap?"
"Sure," I moaned, standing up slowly, "Thank you very much."
She gave me a quick hug, and went on her way, and I cleaned up the bench, and pulled on my briefs.
I went to fetch a couple more bottles of water.
Just outside the kitchen, a younger (not young, but younger than Merry, for example) stopped me and said, "Hi, remember me?"
I said, "No, but I have a memory for names and faces like a gnat..."
She chuckled, and said, "I go by StrictSue, or Sue for short. You are Shilo; we met at a party, a couple months ago."
"I believe you," I said.
She chuckled, and said, "Anyway, you are possibly the bottom with the highest tolerance I've seen in action..."
"I've heard that before..."
"So, can I show you something?"
"Um, sure."
We walked to where her toy bag was, and she pulled out an 16" long, 1 1/2" wide strap, rubber on both sides, and handed it to me.
"Ah, the Curse of Dana," I mused.
"Oh, you know of it?"
I shrugged.
"Ever, um, had it applied to your bottom?"
I shook my head, no.
"Well, I'll tell you, I've used it on, oh, more than half a dozen guys and gals, and none could take more than four swats before they safe-worded. I had a girl friend use it on me just to see, and I could only take two swats."
"Mmm hmm..?" I said, expectantly.
"SO .. I was wondering if you'd be willing to try it out..."
"On you?" I said, with a straight face.
She chuckled, "No. On you."
"Ah," I said. "Well, sure, okay."
Spanking benches were occupied, so we found a table for me to lean over.
"How do you want to ...do this?" she asked.
"Uhh... sets of five, stop and check in with me after each set, same intensity as you used on the other, um, victims, and safe word 'purple'."
"Okay."
I took down and off my briefs and bent over the table.
She swung the strap and
it hurt like nothing I've felt before (well, maybe a sjambok).
I grabbed to the edge of the table, hard, and groaned through gritted teeth, and tried to control my breathing.
Breath in, hold, breath out...
The second stroke was as bad as the first, and I groaned louder through my teeth.
With the third stroke, I was trying to visualize the pain spreading through my whole body, rather than centered in the top of my buttocks, but I still groaned
With the fourth stroke, I started to repeat to myself, "The flesh is composed of Spirit. Spirit feels no pain, therefore I feel no pain."
The fifth stroke just fucking hurt, and I hissed through clench teeth.
She stopped and whispered in my ear, "How you doing?"
After a pause, I said in a controlled by trembling voice, "Please .. continue."
With the sixth stroke, I forced myself, felt myself, getting angry. Not at her, per se, just a generalized anger, to get my fight-or-flight response system going, to get adrenaline pumping into my system.
It worked enough that I was able to take the next four strokes with only the slightest of groans.
She stopped and whispered, "Your bottom is, well, a very fine mess. I am going to stop now."
"Okay," I whispered, and very slowly, pushed myself upright, and felt just a bit light headed.
She handed me my briefs, which I very gingerly stepped into, and pulled up, with a loud groan.
"That was really impressive, how you took that. I really hope we can do it again sometime, perhaps before your bottom has been thoroughly worked over."
"Looking forward to it," I said, with a fake smile.
She walked away.
I went to where Merry was still sitting, and very slowly sat down next to her, moaning softly.
"Did that hurt?" she said, with just a little tongue-in-cheek.
"I'll never admit to it," I said, leaning back with my eyes closed.
"We should get one of those,"she said, thoughtfully.
"I'll leave it to you to order it. So, I know it'll never happen."
She chuckled and jabbed my ribs with her elbow.
"I want to go talk to Miss B. Mind if I leave you alone?"
"Not at all."
She got up and walked away.
My eyes still closed, I drifted.
POOF! I was back home.
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