The first strike was low and cruel, catching me just above the knee where the skin is thin and sensitive. My ass would be the area with the greatest s****l resonance for most men, a more natural target. But the padding is thicker there. He wasn’t looking for my sweet spots, where the sting can be almost erotic if the mood is right. He wasn’t interested in the foreplay of a gentle warm-up spanking. From the very beginning of our sessions he always seeks a sharper response, pain that will make me jump and yelp as I throw reproachful looks over my shoulder. He laughed at my outraged face and hit the other leg in the same place.
Anger only sustains me for awhile, of course. I have learned that the hard way as well. I am long past demanding my rights as a human being or a valuable employee, an
