The erotic anticipation of being stripped and made wait for the leather. 
The Room
They led me into the room, it was barely lit by a dim bulb and in the center of the empty room was a thin birch rod, I was tied by the wrists and winched up on a low rafter until my toes just touched the floor, they left me hanging for a long time, nothing only my own humiliated body to keep me company. Then the rod hit across my bare ass and seared through my body, then silence, I listened to my own whimpering for a long time then the rod hit my ass again, harder this time and much more sharp, I screamed out and then as before I was left in silence to whimper and moan like the pathetic little cunt I was, hanging and sobbing and twisting with pain, then again the rod and more, five sharp cracks against my bare buttocks. I was thirsty and couldn't even sob just a dry, sharp pain. Then the rod again and they let me down, they placed a bowl of wine at the far end of the room, I lay crumpled with sheer agony on the bare wooden floor, I crawled like a wounded dog over to the bowl and drank like an animal. They locked the door and left me for two hours with my own pain.
