Let's start at the very beginning

It starts with preparing your bare skin to press against the leather of that spanking horse. Clothes are unzipped. Maybe your belt unbuckled. It all drops to the floor. You position yourself. Your heart can't help but beat stronger and stronger, creating the bass for music that is to follow through you and of you.

Each instrument is laid out, waiting to hit it's note and tell a story with their own sound and texture. It starts with taps. Soft ones from the steel cane right in the sweet spot where your leg meets your ass. It starts with being cold against your skin, but slowly the warmth from your body takes over. The thud consumes you and becomes one with the beating of your heart.

Slap, goes the flogger. Yes, your favorite one. The one makes you writhe in pleasure. The paddle is picked up. You flinch in anticipation of the pain, which is almost worse. The searing sensation elicits screams of pain.  Your muscles tense after each hit. Your desires betray you when your body relaxes to accept the next swing of that paddle to your already crimson ass. Suddenly there is silence. You see the shadows on the ground, but it isn't clear what is to come. The sharp pain from being pulled up to a sitting position by your hair clears up all doubt: your front side must not be neglected. Just another beginning.

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