A spanking good time

You grab a bottle of cold water from the minifridge and chug it in front of the bound heroine while she avoids eye contact and tries not to show how thirsty she must be. You toss the empty bottle in the trash, and come back with a black bag that you pull over her head, fastening the drawstring around her neck. Donna doesn’t move, but you can sense the increased tension in her body.

You slowly circle around behind Donna, running your hands down her body. Then suddenly you swat her ass. She jumps, startled.

"I don't know how your pain tolerance compares to Big Sister's, so you'll have to let me know how this feels." Your hold on the lasso makes it a command not a request.

You start spanking the young Amazon's tight little ass. Your hand alternates between butt cheeks randomly, alternating the angle of contact, the timing, how hard and how fast, sometimes smacking both ass cheeks at the same time. You change hands periodically when you start to get sore. You go on like that for a good ten minutes before the lasso compels her to say "That's starting to feel a little warm.”

"Already?" you do your best to sound surprised and a little disappointed. You grab a ping pong paddle off a shelf and switch to using that. Just as well, your hands are starting to feel it.

You whale away for five minutes more before she acknowledges, "The individual blows are just annoying, but cumulatively I'm getting sore."

"Good to know," you say and continue spanking with the paddle for another five minutes before switching to a heavy leather belt. The sudden change earns you a sharp intake of breath. After only a few minutes with the belt she opens her mouth to acknowledge more discomfort, but before she can speak you switch your angle and the belt lands between her legs, the end flipping around to smack her pussy. She gasps harder that time and immediately admits "Yeah, that stings," through clenched teeth.

"I thought you might be a little more sensitive there," you say in between blows with the belt, then swap it for a wooden switch.

"That hurts" Donna admits quickly, followed shortly by “This is getting genuinely painful."

“I’m actually testing a theory here,” your conversational tone belies the force behind the switch. “Your body is capable of withstanding some pretty severe punishment. But you’re also able to feel and be affected by minor sensations, like say someone lightly stroking your neck. There’s obviously some threshold above which your body mutes the pain, but below which it lets the signal through normally. So I’m betting if we start with something relatively mild we can work our way up to more serious pain gradually and your body will raise the threshold accordingly. In other words: small pains will start hurting more. Sound about right?”

“Yeaaaaahh!” the word changes to a cry as you bring the switch down again hard enough to break it.

You switch back to using your bare hands and keep going. You’ve barely gotten into a rhythm before Donna is forced to say “Ow, ok that hurts ow.”

You can’t see her face from this angle but you get the sense she’s gritting her teeth to avoid crying out further. “I think I need more feedback. Tell me how every single blow feels.”

[SMACK] “It hurts.” [SMACK] “It hurts.” [SMACK] “It hurts, okay?” [SMACK] “It hurts!” [SMACK] “It hurts!” [SMACK] “Damn you, It hurts!!!”

Donna is visibly twitching with every blow. Your spanks get faster and faster and closer together until she’s reduced to just a continuous stream of “Hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts!”

Your hand gives out before her voice does, so you wind up and give her one last massive swat that draws a genuine cry of pain, followed by a quiet, “Hurts.”

You can feel the heat coming from her bruised bottom even through the seat of her costume. "All right then, that's not a bad start.” You reach out and pat the top of her head condescendingly. “For Day One."