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Yesterday, we left Boy and went to a house demolition to save some stuff from the landfill. If you have never done a demolition job, basically you go into a house that is scheduled to be torn apart and haggle over stuff left inside. Gorgeous crown moldings, hardwood floors, appliances, landscaping, even furniture! Once a price is settled on and you pay up, it is up to you to remove the items and haul them away. It was hot and sweaty work, but we scored six old oak doors with original glass knob hardware, a pair of cast-iron potracks, some features for the bathrooms, all for about $200!

That evening, Halder and silvara came over. Originally there was talk about doing more work...on the library, on the garden, on whatever...but by 5 pm, Beloved and I were both worn out with that, so instead we hung out. We girls were granted permission to go to SallyAnn's for a few more additions to silvara's wardrobe and picked up dinner. Beloved misplaced his keys and while Halder chased Boy around, Beloved picked up the house hoping to find the wayward keys. Apparently, there was also some discussion about the slaves...Halder wanted to know how Beloved administered such punishment without marking me.

I located the keys while the food was set out, which pleased Beloved. After eating and getting boy to bed, silvara was given the choice to play a game and then the Masters would use me to demonstrate a few things, or to skip the game and go straight to the demonstration. We ended up playing Dominoes for a long while...I was beginning to drag and really dreading being used. Finally, I mentioned to Beloved that I was very tired...

I think the general agreement was to put off the demo and I'm not quite sure what changed that. Before I quite knew what was happening, I was bent over the table and being flogged. I went from being an active person to being a discussed model. It was kind of hard to accept, but at the same time, I did not want to interrupt Beloved. He was displaying his pet as well as his skill, and I had no place to add to the conversation.

I was in a black sports bra, ankle-length skirt, and my slave bell anklets, so the flogger didn't have much flesh to pink up. I was told to move to the living room where there was more space. I was standing before the television, my hands on top of the box...just above my head so that I could lean forward some. After Beloved demonstrated the different kinds of swings he could do with the flogger, as well as the different slight marks and effects of such swings, he told me to drop my skirt.

I felt so embarrassed and exposed in nothing but the bra and anklets. I let my hair fall forward over my face, but I don't think either Master paid much attention to that. Beloved began to demonstrate different kinds of spankings...full hand, cupped hand, fist, fingers...and locations...high on the hips, on the full buttocks, on the upper thighs, between the butt cheeks. My ass was hot and stinging...so was my face.

Beloved stopped for a bit and had me stand straight so he could show Halder the results. I immediately went into "preen", trying to soften my grimaces as the sore spots were prodded and touched. There was a lot of discussion about the sensitivity and the importance of coloration, skin texture, body language. There was a part of me that listened in fascination because I'd never heard Beloved's careful consideration of each session. I knew it was there...but I'd never known what it was he was judging.

At the mention of sensitivity, Halder brought up the paddle as an example of a rougher surface. I never got a chance to express my thanks for that...Beloved was wavering between the paddle and the Koncis spatula for the heavier work, and the paddle is a little easier to take...

Beloved had me return my hands to the television, picked up the paddle, caressing my already stinging bottom with the rough side, and told me he wanted me to count these. At once I was terrified. I swallowed, and was able to answer Beloved's, "Are you ready for me, pet?" with a reasonably even "Yes, Master I am ready."

I screamed on the first strike. I shook my head, gripped the edge on the television, and managed "One" out of sheer will. By the third one, I was begging, tears on my cheeks, the slave bells ringing as I danced in place. It was only my determination to make Master proud that kept me standing there for the full ten.

Beloved then picked up the tassel and ran that over my raw skin, making me moan and shudder. He was very accurate when he said even that light touch makes me feel every one of those heavy strikes all over again.

Once more, I was told to stand for examination, and I preened, trying to ignore the tears dripping off my nose and chin, trying to quiet the hisses of pain at the lightest touch, trying to be beautiful despite everything. My arms began to ache and tremble, but the Masters continued to discuss toys, techniques. I was on the verge of crying all over again...How could I possibly maintain the pose much longer?

At last, Beloved told me to pull up my skirt (which burned on my skin) and took me into his arms, whispering praise for me. Halder and silvara gathered the rest of their things to leave, and came to say goodnight. silvara kissed me, whispering that she was sorry. Halder thanked me and praised my submission. I had so little left of offer that I couldn't respond well...

Beloved took me upstairs and proceeded to give me aftercare attentions with lotion and tender touches over my entire back side, from my neck to my feet, murmuring his appreciation for me, inspecting me for damage (there was none...which, I suppose, was the whole point of the demonstration), and generally taking care of me.

I still had a difficult coming down enough to slip into sleep, and my ass was sore so finding a comfortable position was really difficult, but eventually everything melted into dreams.