After much deliberation, I’ve opted for random Bare Bottom Spankings. It was either that or a nightly crack on the cunt with the leather strap. I’ve learned to obey and agree with Master on all things. Even if he asks my opinion, I know better than to answer Master until he says I may speak. But when it came to spankings, Master let me pick because I’ve been such a good little obedient slut for him. No matter what Master asks of me, I immediately jump to tend to the task. Whether it’s licking the bottom of Master’s boots, or getting the pleasure of sucking on his cock for hours, I gladly do it and take punishment for a task done wrong. However, now if I do a good job for my Master, I am rewarded with an astonishingly painful bare bottom spanking. Sometimes, I secretly do mess up just so that he’ll give my cunt the strap. It feels delightfully tantalizing, but I don’t want Master to know I like it because he will stop doing it to me. I also have to fantasize that I hate it when he rapes me. Especially my ass. Truth be told, those are my favorite days. I long for Master to force his fingers into my pussy and ass at the same time. Then jam his huge hard cock into my asshole. I yearn for the days when I used to bleed for hours after he took me as many times as he could, in as many ways he could imagine. When Master catches me daydreaming about the past, he drags me by my hair to our special spanking table and bends me over it. He binds my hands to the opposite side and spreads my legs with the bar. Then, depending on Master’s mood, I can get anywhere from ten to fifty spankings. If Master is very upset about something, he will grab his bull whip and light me up a few times with that. Oh no…. not pain…. Sometimes, it’s hard for me not to moan in pure pain driven delight. Maybe I’ll purposely fuck up really bad so I get a cunt strapping tonight. I guess the bare bottom spankings are just purely fun for me.