Exquisite Pain for Juki – MemoirSaturday evening and just after half past seven: Juki is naked in front of me and very apprehensive – she is to receive thirty hard whacks with the studded leather paddle followed by thirty strokes of the cane.A part of me does not want to do this. A part of me does not like hurting women… a part of me; sometimes though one has to be cruel to be kind.I attach a peg to each of her pink nipples – she flinches.’I’m going to wash my hands and then I’ll be back to punish you… if you remove the pegs I will give you two extra strokes with each implement. I see you have shaved your fanny – good.’I instructed her to do that over a week ago and if she hadn’t then she would also have received extra strokes for that small act of disobedience too.I return to the room and remove the pegs. She lets out a little sigh of relief but the real pain is just about to begin.’Do you love me?”Yes.”I do not love İzmir Escort İlanları you.”I understand.’I move closer to her and hiss in her ear: ‘I am really going to hurt you now.’Do I detect a tremor?’Lie across the punishment stool.’She complies and I slip the leather blindfold over her eyes. She is ready now for her chastisement.I pick up the leather paddle and savour her pale unmarked buttocks for a moment before bringing it down hard upon her left cheek. A loud thwack echoes around the room and I notice that the flesh is already reddening – how satisfying.I have elected to allow twenty to thirty seconds to elapse between each stroke such that the pain will not have fallen away completely before the next agonising blow – her suffering will be exquisite.She takes another twenty nine delivered alternately on each cheek. I watch her naked left leg rise briefly from time to time İzmir Escort Kadınlar as she struggles to come to terms with the pain. She only cries out once – she fears extra strokes as I have commanded her to suffer in silence – when I hit her with full force. I begin to admire her courage.Her buttocks are red and sore and I espy two pinpricks of blood but that will not save her from the cruel bite of the cane.I listen to the whoosh of the cane and the crack when it lands on bare flesh and wonder how it must have felt for miscreants in the old days to hear the cane swish split seconds before the agony seared into them. I wonder also what must be going through her mind; what I am impacting into her mind.She is stoically but I suspect close to breakdown – I know she is counting down each burning blow.I reach twenty nine and for the last one I hit her as hard as I can – she yelps.’Okay İzmir Escort Kızlar darling it is over.’I help her trembling and naked body to her feet and remove the blindfold.’Thank you,’ she says her voice breaking.I take her in my arms and cuddle her -she begins to sob.I stroke her hair and hold her tight. ‘Is it the pain?”The pain releases repressed memories… crying helps me.’I say nothing and just hug her for ten minutes till the tears begin to subside. I guide her into the bedroom where she lies face down on my bed.’Rest a while.’After a bit I get her to turn over and then cuddle her again. I massage her and feel genuine concern for her.’I needed that… I really did… you make me feel wanted… I feel so close to you when you beat me… as though I matter… it is so hard to explain.”I do not love you but I am very fond of you and care about you. I want to take some photos of you now… of your buttocks and cunt.”I love it when you do that too.”One day I will take you out to the Long Stone and beat you naked in the open air with the risk of being caught… are you up for that?”Yes.’She will do anything for me – it will be hard for me now not to push her to the limit; maybe over the limit… but for tonight a coffee and a film beckon…