Shankara20
Well, that is lovely
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Canes – oh shit!
I love impact play. Usually a rhythm, a beat (hee hee), gets established and as bottom I can find refuge in that when things get difficult to handle. Ma’am was always skilled at interrupting that rhythm once in a while, buy she was a drummer and a sucker for a good beat – and I loved being her drum.
Cane – well that was something else. She was pure evil as was her instrument. She would tap my naked ass several times then WHACK. There was never ever a pattern, or a rhythm I could ride.
Tap
Tap
Tap
Tap
Tap
WHACK
Tap
Tap
WHACK
WHACK
Tap
Tap
Tap
Tap
Tap
Tap
WHACK
Tap
WHACK
WHACK
Tap
Tap
Tap
Pause
Pause
Tap
WHACK
There was never a fucking thing to get hold of, no place to hide. Confusion would set in first, then fear, then out-of-my-mind-you-fucking-cocksucking-cunt-son-of-a-bitch-pain, sometimes terror would come, always panic. Tears – the pain never brought the tears, it was being lost in the event, absolutely lost, no control, totally and literally at her mercy – or her total lack of it. Oh and the pain.
Oh how I miss that sometimes
I love impact play. Usually a rhythm, a beat (hee hee), gets established and as bottom I can find refuge in that when things get difficult to handle. Ma’am was always skilled at interrupting that rhythm once in a while, buy she was a drummer and a sucker for a good beat – and I loved being her drum.
Cane – well that was something else. She was pure evil as was her instrument. She would tap my naked ass several times then WHACK. There was never ever a pattern, or a rhythm I could ride.
Tap
Tap
Tap
Tap
Tap
WHACK
Tap
Tap
WHACK
WHACK
Tap
Tap
Tap
Tap
Tap
Tap
WHACK
Tap
WHACK
WHACK
Tap
Tap
Tap
Pause
Pause
Tap
WHACK
There was never a fucking thing to get hold of, no place to hide. Confusion would set in first, then fear, then out-of-my-mind-you-fucking-cocksucking-cunt-son-of-a-bitch-pain, sometimes terror would come, always panic. Tears – the pain never brought the tears, it was being lost in the event, absolutely lost, no control, totally and literally at her mercy – or her total lack of it. Oh and the pain.
Oh how I miss that sometimes