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litleone8620 -> RE: Subbie Pajama Party (7/16/2006 9:39:20 PM)
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Anyway.....
I can't see him (obviously) but i can hear him rumaging around, so i assume he's getting out the switches and canes, and all the other fun stuff he keeps here.
Then, i hear the unmistakable sound of the paddle hitting the palm of his hand and i immediately tense up, and my breathing becomes errattic. I wait for the blow, but it never comes. He keeps slapping the wood against his hand. SLAP SLAP SLAP.
And with every slap my tenses up even more. Which i know is bad, because it'll make the blow hurt even more.
For what seems like forever, i can feel him standing over me, with the paddle in his hands, and my imagining how many he's going to give me, and i can practically feel the paddle hitting my flesh. But, it never comes.
That's when he starts to talk. Telling me it's going to feel so good to him when the wood connects with my cheeks. And how he's going to love the look of it after he's finished with me, the color of red that you can only get after you've been paddled.
My eyes start to well up behind the blindfold, that's how much i hate the paddle. I wonder why he's using it because he usually only uses it to punish me, and i know i hadn't done anything wrong. But for some reason, i start to cry, waiting for the inevitable blow.
Finally, he lays down next to me, and takes off the blindfold, and wipes my tears, and he says:
"That, little one, was a mind phuck."
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