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When I was much younger, I let a man pick me up and he took me to a rundown hotel, where we had sex. During our session, the idea that I needed to be punished popped into my head. I crawled on my hands and knees to the chair where he had left his pants and I pulled the leather belt off of the pants with my teeth, and crawled back to the bed with the belt in my mouth, and asked him to beat me with it. At first he wouldn't do it, but I kept begging him, and I ended up with a savage beating from him. He stuffed his jockey shorts in my mouth to stop my screams of pain, and he wailed the hell out of me! He was still sleeping when I left in the morning. and I never saw him again. But I could barely walk and my back, buttocks, and the backs of my thighs were a mass of purple bruises. I went home and admired the bruising on my pale skin, then I went to my room and jerked off for hours.
