Describe the fiction. ### His arse was still humming with the heat from the hand beating, when the
first stroke of the leather strap came down on his left shoulder blade. It
made two cracking sounds. One as the two bits of leather of the strap hit
each other, a split second before the sound of hard leather on soft
skin. But all thought of the sound was quickly replaced by the searing pain
across his shoulder. The dull pain of his swelling arse was relegated to a
distant second place.

Down the strap came again and again, each stroke placed in roughly the same
spot as the previous one. The bastard knew what he was doing. His aim was
very true. Probably a skill honed by practising on the backs of a number of
wretched slaves before him. Each time the strap came down the pain was
worse than the previous time.

He was screaming in his head by the time the strap had reached its fiftieth
stroke. He could not scream out loud because the large penis gag suffocated
it in his throat. In his head the sound of his own screaming was so loud as
to drown out the sound of the leather strap tearing at his back.

Then something very strange happened. The screaming stopped and the pain
subsided. It did not disappear. It was still there but an edge had been
taken off it. He could still hear the strap on his back and it sounded as
heavy but the pain was not as great.

In fact the pain was good. It felt good to be hurt. He could not understand
it. Something had changed in him. The pain did not feel just like pain
anymore but some str