30 minutes of bare hands, paddle, flogger and cane. Wonderful, exquisite, raw pleasure. Or was it pain?
The next morning, this.
A week of reds, purples, blues and yellows. Dull pain, accompanying me wherever I go. Our secret.
And then, nothing. Smooth, unmarked skin, waiting for more. More never comes. I ache.
Hell is knowing I will never be spanked in quite the same way again.
Sinful Sunday: My First Real Spanking