My name is Sadie, that is Sadie with an E, which means explicit! I write books on sensitive subjects other authors shy away from. I write how it is! There is a saying - write about what you know. Most can’t do that because they haven’t been where I’ve been or met the people I have. How can events be described better than those lived or experienced? That is what I describe in words, that’s is what I write about.
This is my third blog and covers the first time I visited Annette. I won’t dwell on how we met, I’ve covered that in my two previous blogs. When I left the last, I found myself naked, stretched over her lap waiting for my first ever spanking. It was something I’d long thought about, I’d wanted someone to do it much of my life, even from quite an early age, I wondered who would do it and the circumstances which led up to it. The fact that it had come totally out of the blue was perhaps the most surprising, that was matched by the realisation it was by a woman when I always expected, even hoped maybe it would be a man.
I felt her warm hand on my bottom. She asked me if I deserved to be punished. I tried to recall my diary entries. I’d not changed the bed recently, or dusted. I’d been late for work twice and had received a rebuke for delaying a meeting I was attending, but these were small things. I knew where she was taking this and this involved the two entries which described the M word! She focused on that next, asking first why I had disobeyed her instruction not to masturbate. I said my thoughts had got me carried away and as a result I couldn’t help myself. All I had done was open a can of worms which wriggled their way out of the tin. I had to describe those thoughts in cringing detail and then the method I had used to stimulate myself. I found myself becoming aroused even then, even when I looked across at the cane which leaned against the wall. I doubted she had brought it into the room unless she intended to use it.
The first smack was something of a shock when it arrived. Firstly, I wasn’t expecting it, well, not at that precise moment in time. It hurt and I winced, but I didn’t make a sound. She then started the spanking, she had a hard hand and the blows all rained down on one cheek. She turned me and started smacking the side flank of my bottom before lifting me forward so she could reach the underside of my bottom and further down to the top of my right thigh. It was now becoming very painful and I cried out. She then then rolled me and started on my left cheek and repeated the treatment. I was howling now, crying desperately trying to get up but this meant rising up onto my feet which proved impossible. Then it stopped and I continued sobbing while she rubbed my sore cheeks. She explained I had been punished for disobedience, but masturbation was a different, more serious matter. I was ordered up onto my feet, to be honest I found myself falling off her lap and lying on a heap on the carpeted floor. I was told to get up, stand against the wall and to place my hands on my head. I was forbidden to rub my sore bottom.
She rose from the chair and walking over picked up the cane. She swished it viciously through the air twice, creating a draft I felt on my bare skin. I was told to come forward. She pointed to a spot in one corner of the room where I was ordered to bend over and touch my toes. To open my legs wide! I quaked with fear. I looked up at Annette, I was appealing with her to forgive my sin, but her gaze was unrelenting. She pointed to the position once again and reluctantly I complied. I wasn’t even sure I was subtle enough to bend over that far but I succeeded and opening my legs wider still made the task easier. I opened up once again, I felt my sweaty cheeks peel open and the cool sit invade my privacy. Annette said I’d receive six strokes and I’d feel every one. A single tap and a fearsome swish followed and then a degree of pain I’d never experienced in my life. I let out a scream of pain and my knees buckled. I was told to stay down and control myself. I needed a pee badly and that became something else to worry about. If I felt the first stroke was painful, nothing prepared me for the next. I shrieked. I tried to imagine what Annette’s neighbours might be thinking, but I realised a large detached house set away from others along the leafy suburb of Bath would be unlikely to hear the property giving up its secrets. Stroke after stroke followed at respectful intervals. After the fourth I had sunk to my knees and the fifth stroke was delivered diagonally in a kneeling position. I was told to get up and bend over once again for the sixth and final blow which was the hardest of all and delivered with cane breaking force across the centre of both buttocks. I dropped to the floor and was left in a sobbing heap.
Ten minutes later I was in Annette’x bed. She was naked too and kneeling open legged across my upper back while she worked arnica into the vivid raised red welts which striped my bottom. My sobbing has subsided and as she leaned forward and then sat back I could feel the heat from her gaping vagina when it pressed sticking against the skin on my back. It felt good, even better still when she opened my legs and worked her magic down there. I lay there purring, I’d never felt a woman’s body against mine before and as I left the following morning, with Annette standing watching in her short bathrobe I knew I’d have to return.
Sadie Stern, Confessions of a Pain Slut.