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My Lover Uses The Strap

I'm a GWM who, until about a year ago, was in a relationship with a guy in the Canadian military who lived on a base (Kingston, Ontario) not far from here. Occasionally he would stay overnight, but he always had to be back at the base by 7 AM, meaning he'd have to leave here by a little after 6 AM. It was my job to wake him up in time.
Our relationship from the beginning had elements of Master/slave, he being the Master, and it was not uncommon for him to use the strap or his belt as part of our sex-play. We both enjoyed this, and he was a good judge of my limits, and it was always kept within acceptable bounds.
All that changed the morning I failed to wake him on time. It was already after 7 when I woke him up. He was both furious and very worried about the consequences from his CO when he arrived so late at the base. After phoning with some excuse about a car breakdown and hearing that he would be nonetheless disciplined for leaving the base in the first place, he turned his fury to the imagined real cause of his predicament: me.
He dragged me naked out of bed to a big padded footstool on legs that was being stored in the bedroom and ordered me to lay over it while he went out to the garage. He returned with several pieces of rope and proceeded to tie my arms and thighs roughly and securely to the legs of the stool, all the while cursing me and shouting that it would be the last time I'd make that mistake. He then hunted in the closet and brought out a heavy leather belt and a particular strap that he had brought to the house some time ago but never used. I knew this was going to be a totally different sort of experience, as I had never seen him so angry before and our previous disciplinary sessions had never been "for real". I was very worried, as he was powerfully built with magnificent arms which could inflict a great deal of damage if out of control.
He began with the belt, the first blow across my shoulders catching me by surprise and sending waves of excruciating pain throughout my body. The second stroke, across my ass, took away my breath in mid-scream. My body stiffened and convulsed and struggled against the restraints, I screamed in pain and terror, I begged him to stop, but to no avail. The doubled-over belt raised welts all up and down my body, but he didn't stop until he had landed a dozen or more savage strokes, each given full-out with his powerful arm.
By this time I was screaming and crying in excruciating pain, and was pleading with him to stop...but he did so only to pick up the strap!
I had never examined this one carefully before (I'm not even sure I had seen it previously), but I saw later that it is about 18 inches long, 2 inches wide, and made of perforated, laminated industrial leather and attached to a wooden handle. It is a brutal thing that causes unimaginable pain.
Nothing I had experienced with the belt up to now in any way compared with the searing pain of that strap when it tore into my ass. He landed another 7 or 8 strokes with it on my already welted ass until I was on the verge of passing out. Every stroke reverberated to every cell in my body, all of which screamed out in unison after every brutal stroke. His fury now spent, he loosened the ropes holding my arms, threw the strap onto the bed, and left the house. It took me a long time to get myself off the stool, as I was throbbing with pain and hysterical with crying. Welts had flowered all over my back, but my ass cheeks were deep purple all over, except where the perforations of the strap showed near the edges. Some of these marks lasted for about a month and went through a variety of colours as they slowly healed.
As for my tormentor, I never heard from him again. I suspect he frightened himself, too, learning how savage he could be towards another human being when provoked. I thought for a long time that I'd never want to experience anything like that again, but now I find myself thinking nostalgically about that flogging and wishing I could find someone man enough to do it all over again. I guess I'm one sick puppy.