Tied to the eye bolts, strapped down to the bench, I could do nothing but accept the spanking I was receiving. The sharp pain of his hand against my ass and the throb after the slap sends me to my quiet peace where all I can feel is the slap of his hand and the pleasure of the resounding noise. Deep inside I know I am loved and protected, comforted and pleasing. My body aches, my ass burns and I am happy.
His strikes increase and the pain I feel is compounded, my mind taking me deeper into my haven, the feeling leaving me feeling floatin and warm. My Master watches as I take every stroke without a sound, the pain mixing with the sensations of my body bound to the bench. My fingers numbing, my toes cool to the touch I begin to sink further into my space.
Master will care for me, he will watch for my needs. I have nothing to fear, I am his and he will make sure my body is well as he takes his pleasure from me with pain. The spanking a pleasure to him, a safe haven for me.
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