A form of reward

- Do you enjoy it or is it just pain?
I oscillate between pain on impact and pleasure when my body heats up after the blows. At times, I bend my feet to protect my buttocks, but then you aim for their soles. This area quickly becomes painful, causing me to lower my feet and make my buttocks vulnerable again.
How will it all end?
- Do you take pleasure or is it just pain? you ask me again.
I have no desire to ask you to stop. My bottom must be red! I'd like to see it, but I'm in a position where I can't check.

After a while (having lost all notion), you go and get some ice cubes. I'm happy to take advantage of this respite. When you return, it feels like you're massaging my bottom with cream. Is it really ice cubes? Or do they feel like cream when they come into contact with my warm skin?
This moment is delicious! I interpret it as a form of reward and I'm very happy about it.
I couldn't get used to happiness for too long either! You remove my gag and ask me to turn over onto my back. You untie my hands and reposition them in front. You lift my legs and tie my ankles to the chains hanging from the ceiling.
Here I am, legs and buttocks in the air, my only contact with the ground being my back and head. In a gesture of kindness, you offer me a cushion.
What's going to happen to me? A new salvo of impacts on my buttocks and arches! Now that I've lost my gag, between two moans I ask you why I'm getting this treatment.
- You wrote me that you wanted marks on your buttocks to think of me after the session!
I'd forgotten it, but you, as a conscientious professional, have remembered it and put it into practice! Caught in my own trap, I thought I'd better be less talkative from now on, unless...

Testimony of O. F.