J — I like the way he grabs my hand when the pain gets bad. The way he gasps. That catch in his voice when I wallop him.
I move from hand spanking to strap to tawse. In the middle of the tawsing, I start telling him a little school fantasy. He’s up in front of the classroom, bent over the teacher’s desk. She walks around and pulls down not only his trousers but his shorts underneath. She tells him she is tired of his behavior, and now he’s going to be made an example of in front of the whole class. In fact she orders the entire class to watch, just to show them what could happen to ANY boy or girl who acts up. I want to make him cry. It doesn’t happen this time. But it will, soon, I think.
B — I know he can take it and I know he’s taken it from those who play harder than me, so I allow myself to stretch my comfort level as a top. I love caning him. Although I admit I am still sometimes nervous about the harder, faster cane strokes. i want him to hear it whipping down with that scary whoosh noise. I let myself go a little toward the end and he seems very satisfied.
I also love strapping and belting him. God, there’s something so satisfying about doubling that belt over and whipping him harder and harder, relentlessly. Next time I will go longer and faster with the belt.