“It looks like a tuning fork”, mused Her Majesty. She picked up the tawse feeling it’s weight in her hand. “It’s heavy”, she added.
Her Majesty cut my buttocks with the tawse making me gasp; “Thank you Ma’am!”
Short, black and elegant, our new toy is a strap of medium width split into two tails at the end; a severe instrument made of unyielding shoe leather stitched three layers thick. It carries plenty of wallop and a malevolent sting. Ours is new, not one of the infamous originals once used in Lochgelly Scotland to strap the hands and bums of unruly schoolchildren. This modern day reproduction of the original Lochgelly tawse was made by Quality Control in the UK. I ordered the shorter length (61cm) so Her Majesty could effectively thrash me while I kneel on the floor worshiping her feet.
The tawse fell again, more forcefully this time. Halfway between a wooden paddle and a leather strap the tawse cut deep leaving a vicious after burn.
“Thank you so much Ma’am!” I cried gratefully. The tawse was heavier than a cane and promised to leave deep tissue soreness in it’s wake.
In addition to having a delivery like a brick through a plate glass window it stung like a nest full of hornets!
“ Ha ha! That time I used the handle!”
“Oh no Ma’am! You are supposed to use the tails not the handle!”
Whack! Splat! Crack! Whop! Smack!
I wailed piteously as Her Majesty delivered a devastating series of cuts to my upper thighs. The deep penetrating force of the tawse left a warm afterglow that lit up my butt like a Christmas tree. Every so often Her Majesty paused and ran her fingers over my glowing ass cheeks eliciting a delirious moan of pleasure from yours truly. I tried my best to hold still as she picked up speed and force, pounding my ass like she was tenderizing a piece of meat. Her Majesty strapped me for a long time. By the end I was flying.
“Thank you so much Ma’am! That was beautiful! I love the tawse!” I replied deliriously from beneath her.
“Good. I’m glad. I am going to go upstairs and pee. Then I am going to come back down and sit on your face.”
“Oh yes please Ma’am! My ass still feels like its on fire!”
“I’m not surprised!” said Her Majesty with a chuckle as she ascended the stairs.
I surreptitiously checked the damage in the mirror. My butt was rosy red and hot to the touch. A bright red imprint of the tawse’s forked tail was clearly visible on my right asscheek. I lay back down on the floor and waited patiently. Her Majesty returned wearing only a t-shirt. Without a word she mounted my face so my nose was pressed against her pussy and my lips to her ass. Then she lowered herself slowly onto my face engulfing me in a world of warmth, darkness, taste and smell.