So, after He read my last post, Master turned to me and said, "What is your preference for getting beaten today? Not that you really have a preference, but if you did, what would it be?"
"The belt," I replied, without any hesitation.
I like the belt, His belt. It's brown leather, worn-in just enough, and it's His. That's a big part of it for me, that something He wears all the time, out in public, is used to bring me pain. I like that, in a perverse sort of way.
He must like the belt, too, because that's what He used to beat me, true to His word. He tied me to the bed, and then He applied the belt to my behind until it felt like it was on fire. No other implement does that, creates that sense of heat on my skin.
It was good. The pain, the heat, it was all good, really, really good. And even now, two days later, I can still feel it when I sit down.
That's the sign of a good beating. And one more reason why I love the belt.