Facing the inevitable

I had this spanking coming since July. I kept postponing it, I was quite anxious. Whenever I meet with this guy, I always cry. At times it's liberating, at times it's from agonizing pain.

From left to right, Heavy punishment strap, light punishment strap, niko's thud, leather paddle.

I didn't want a harsh punishment strapping through out this summer. But earlier this week, it's what I felt I needed. I almost canceled Friday morning, but he convinced me it's what I needed. I nearly didn't open him the door. When I felt those first hand spanks, I was brazing myself for an agonizing session. After the first 15 of the strap; I felt he was holding back. Regardless, I wept and wept and wept, not so much from the building fire on my ass, but from a guilt I needed to let go of. He lectured on present transgressions, but I zoned out deep into my conscience. It was one o those sessions of release, somewhere near the end I reached euphoria.