The idea of focussing on the image was to try and take my mind of the next strike.
It failed in large part, but only because of the power and ferocity of the strike that followed.
Pain exploded in my head again. Maybe for the fact that I felt I almost passed out, with pain, I didn’t hear myself scream through the thing gag, this time.
I don’t claim there was no noise, but if anything, there was less than on strike two somehow.
“My my!” Was mistress Taz’s response. “I am impressed Machin! Max has never taken more than two of these!”
“What is it Mistress? Your wand I mean”. I was mumbling through the material of the thong. I was hoping to delay the fourth blow. Anything to stop myself, thinking about asking her to stop.
“Neoprene coated steel!” She whispered with a voice full of s****l
