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Alice in Thunderland

... or pain?’ she asked herself. Then she told herself firmly, ‘Don’t think, just be. Let it happen. Let the sensations overwhelm your body and mind.’ As she did so, she noted that the pain and pleasure were beginning to merge and form a painful pleasure, or perhaps a pleasurable pain. Which was it? ‘No, don’t think, experience,’ she told herself once again. “I think you are moving around a little too much,” he said. “I think you need some incentive to remain still.” Alice could see out of the corner of her eye that he went over to a small cupboard on the wall and took out something silver. As he walked back toward her, she could see that he was holding something in each hand. It looked like one of those pull chains that you sometimes find on a ceiling light, except that it was bright silver and the large knob on the end was also metal. “These aren’t too uncomfortable as long as they are hanging still,” he said. Then he showed her the clip on the end of the chain. He squeezed the clip to open it and reached under the pad which was supporting her shoulders. She gasped as she felt the clip close on her left nipple. She gasped again as the other clamp closed on her right nipple. The pressure of the clip was uncomfortable, but bearable. “As long as you keep still, they will not swing,” he said. “But if you move around too much...” he reached under and tapped one of the metal weights with his finger setting it in motion. Alice gasped again, this time in obvious pain. “We will resume ...

... with a paddle,” he said calmly. “And you will count the strokes. There will be twenty-five,” he explained, “and then I will give you pleasure to balance out the pain.” He walked behind her. She could not see him, nor hear him as he stood still behind her. Then there was a slight swishing noise and a very loud splat as the leather paddle slammed into her ass. “Aieee!” she screamed. Her body had also unconsciously jumped and the nipple weights were swinging wildly. “Was that ‘One, Master,’ that I heard?” he asked. “One, Master,” she replied, trying to hold very still so that the painful pulling at her nipples would end. There was another swish followed by the loud splat followed by pain that radiated from her asscheeks throughout her body. This time she merely grunted and gasped in a short breath. Then she said, “Two, Master.” There was another swish, another splat, another burst of pain. Again she grunted and gasped. “Three, Master.” ‘This isn’t fair’ she thought to herself. ‘I can either prepare myself for the blow or work to keep myself totally still. I can’t do both.’ From somewhere deep in her mind her own voice– but not her own voice– said, ‘Then do neither. Let your body go. Let your mind go. Accept the pain. Experience the pain. Go into the pain. ... Let the pain overwhelm you.’ When the next blow landed, her back arched and she nearly rose off of the padding which supported her stomach. A loud scream escaped her lips, but it was followed almost immediately by, “Four, ...