The Skylar Diaries, (c) Copyright Sascha Illyvich, 2001
By:  Sascha Illyvich

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Diary Entry 1:

You asked me to bring my riding crop with me.  I drove over to my stable, picked it up and pondered it while I walked back to my car.  It smelled strongly of leather at the tip, long and pliable, it would smart.  You knew this.  You loved to see me wince from the slightest little stings.

I loved the pain.  I still do.  Today was special for us, for You.  Our one-year anniversary and You decided to re-enact our first Scene.  You said it was a pinnacle in our relationship because I truly felt real pain.

Today, as it did a year ago, it started out as a variation on pony play.  I was not carting you around on my shoulders because You couldn't fathom the idea of a saddle and me.  You said it looked ridiculous in your head, even as humiliation.

So instead I crawled across the floor for you on my hands and knees while you swatted me with the riding crop, reddening my ass and making me cry out from the whelps.  You loved watching me squirm across the floor, my balls slapping my ass.

When you finished with the crop, my flesh burned but the pain felt so comforting once you laid your hands on my ass.  But that lasted only a moment before I felt the sting of the vampire claw, scraping across my tender skin.  The softness comforted me while the claws dug into my skin, and you slapped me with a bare hand.

I lunged forward slightly, trying to hold my composure but you slapped my ass harder.  You eventually knocked me forward, my erect cock between the floor and my belly.  I stayed down, not knowing what to do.  You lifted my head up slightly, whispered into my ear that I was to stay put.  You left; I buried my head in my arms as you told me to.

The silence began to get to me after five minutes.  I was so young and new to this lifestyle.  Thoughts were going through my mind and I didn't know what do hold onto.  Please you?  Stay put?  What if you hurt me?  You'd said you'd never hurt me.  We had only been together a short while and trust was something we had discussed but putting theory into practice frightened me.

Then it came.  Loudly, booming, the crack of your single tail.  Pop!  Snap! I jumped but I heard the whip crack again and I stayed down.  A whoosh through the air and I felt the sting of your wooden hairbrush.  "Get up!" you told me and I jumped only to have the whip snap at my head when I stood up.  "Knees, dog!" you shouted.  I dropped again to my hands and knees.

I had begun to wonder if this was what you meant by being broken, and before
another thought crossed my mind, I felt a sharp sting on my back, and the cool liquid drained down.  One more on the other side and tears welled up in my eyes but I would not yield to sobs.  The tears flowed down my cheeks. Flustered, confused, ashamed that I would fail You, I didn't even know why at this point but I was sure I would.  I heard the brush drop to the ground.

"Crawl!" you commanded and again I was crawling away from the sting of the crop.  Smacks across my singed ass and I thought I could hurt no more.  The pain melted into pleasure at some point and I felt a new high.  The blood ran down my back but had dried up by now.  The stinging sensations ran through my body and I was sure you had more for me in store when I heard another crack of the whip.  My eyes blurred by tears I had trouble seeing you in front of me.  I closed my eyes, sobbed softly and then there was
silence again.

You lifted me up to my knees again, placed your hands on my shoulders, they were cold but it felt so good.  You told me you dipped your hands in a bucket of ice.  You brought the ice to me, showed me, let some of the ice melt over my feverish skin and it warmed me throughout.

When my chest stopped heaving, you took my hand in one hand, my hardened cock in the other, stroked each one carefully, and kissed my forehead.

You told me I was very good for You.  Your hand, soft and light, reassured me of your sentiment.  You stroked my neck, tousled my hair and trailed a finger across my cheek, all while You told me I'd have to be rewarded at some point but not today.  Our time had grown short and we needed to be cleaned up.

After bathing you and washing your long beautiful red hair, You allowed me to sit inside the tub where you tended to my two new marks, clearing them up.  More pain but it felt comforting to have You clean me.  At some point you mentioned, I would be cleaning Your single tail.

After the bath, I dressed you in bra and panties, brushed your hair out, kissed your feet, your calves, your thighs and you let me kiss the crotch of your panties.  Your scent filled my nose and tired as I was, Your scent was intoxicating, heavy.  Afterwards, you let me apply powder to your skin.  I kneaded your shoulders more, figuring you were tired from wielding the whip.
I was right, for which you turned and kissed me.  "I'm proud to see you learning your Mistress," you whispered.

When you were completely dressed, you told me to get into bed and you would be home later.  I was to sleep and reflect.  You would be back shortly.  I drifted off to sleep as I reflected on our time together.
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