So, I just got home from my first real beating as a sub. The experience was indescribable, however, I will do my best. A bit is left out, intentionally, or this would be the longest journal entry in history! 

My Mistress and Her Mentor laid me, backside up, and tied me to the bed, using ropes for my ankles and cuffs for my wrists. He took His time and showed Her the proper way to tie the knots so as not to cut off the circulation. 

He then informed me of their method of determining if it was too intense for me. He or She would ask me "Green, yellow or red?" and I could respond according to how I felt the pain was. Green being "keep going, that's not hard enough". Yellow - "getting pretty intense, keep it there" and red "that's too much, take it down a notch". After showing Her the array of tools and which were more painful and which weren't so much, he left the room.

It started out slow and soft, of course. She picked up the first flogger and started to work me over, gently at first and carefully measuring my reactions. Warming me up to it, She started in a bit harder, occasionally tickling my backside with it. Up and down my legs and bum, lashing at me like the tongue of a snake. Adept already, listening to my moans and groans, She moved on to then next heavier flogger. Licking my back, thighs, ass and occasionally my balls with the thing, She really took to where the pain was the most intense.

 "Green, yellow or red" She asked, to which I groaned "greeeen, my mistressss". Immediately She picked up the intensity and moved inward and placed her free hand upon my back, a sensation to which I responded with a moan. After a few minutes working me a bit harder with the second flogger, She picked up the next heavier flogger. Ass, then back then thighs then ass and back again. 

Master came in to see how we were doing, likely hearing the guttural sounds coming from me. That's when I felt a cold sharp object running up my left leg, from my ankle slowly all the way up to my left butt cheek. It was, as I later discovered, a Wartenburg Wheel. This sent shivers throughout my entire body as I lay there at their mercy. Shuddering in utter pleasure, I knew this was going to be a life-changing event.

Master picked up another tool, I'm not sure which one, I think it was a small paddle. He worked my inner and outer thighs and a bit on my ass with short, sharp strikes, moving quickly. He then gave my right thigh one good, hard whack, I yelped like a dog. He then stated, "at least he'll have one good mark." She took the thing from Him and moved like He did. Short, sharp smacks, around my inner and outer thighs with the small paddle. Slowly did She intensify the hits. Smack, smack, smack, smack, whap! Smack, smack, smack, smack, WHAP!

Smacking my ass like She was tenderizing a slab of beef, She occasionally reached over and caressed my sore bum and thighs. Her soft hands kneading my stinging flesh like so much dough for bread. Every once in a while, in my delirium, I would look back and up at her, shivering and dumb from the sheer sensation of it all. She would respond by pushing me back down onto the bed and a harsh "what are you looking at, lay back down!"

At one point, she had me in tears, sobbing in pain and literally shaking in pleasure. She backed off from that point, only to bring me back to it again later. 

Striking at me with the large paddle this time, She asked me how many cigarettes I had today. "Six, I think", I muttered. "You think?" she asked. "You get one hard paddle for every cigarette you smoked today." "Thank you Miss", I responded. SMACK!!! My left cheek stung like never before, "OOOOOOHHHHHHH", I cried out like a child! I expected a one count, nope, another SMACK! on the right cheek. Again, like a child, whimpering in pain, I cried out "OOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWW!!". then "One." This continued, each time the pain increasing. 

I'm literally sobbing at this point, gripping the bed posts each time the paddle comes down on my raw tissues. Both ass cheeks counting for one, "Two" She says. Tears and snot running down my face, surprised that the neighbors can't hear me, "Three". "Four" She said, as I winced for the next two, "Five" again, both cheeks being struck, one after the other. Can I handle another? Does it matter? It's coming anyway, "Six" She says in a satisfied tone. 

Slowly, after a few minutes, my sobbing turned into mere crying, then into sniffles. "Thank You my Mistress," I said. She looked at me with her soft, caring eyes, "You're welcome" she said.