An attendant makes his way down our row of five, eyeing us carefully until he stops at one fair ass. For a good five minutes straight—what seems like an eternity—he beats each of us brutally. He usually applies the discipline with a two inch wide leather spanker. But on other days, he applies a horrendous wooden paddle that stings sharply from the first hit. The discipline is shocking every time. I do feel it as pain, though I try to remember how such extreme sensation often arouses me. Of course, I wouldn’t let on to the man that lays on the punishment. When he uses the leather, I’m often successful in turning the pain into pleasure. I can almost make a private joke of it. While I scream like the others, I’m feeling a distinctively lovely warmth all about my ass. The farther the m
