Then the serious spanking started.

At first, his blows felt more like smacks than actual pain. Even though the sound made me tense up, the sensation of warmth was pleasant. Then he started hitting me harder, slapping the same spot on my skin over and over again until I was writhing in his grip, wincing as the pain shot through my body.

Longing found me in the midst of it all.

What do I say? Suddenly, I found myself in Oz, just like Betty did. Before, the world was only visible in black and white; now, it's awash in dazzling, full-color technicolor. Extremely distressing coloration, which caused me to wriggle...