A Strapping for Maintenance

Sunday, May 5, Cinco de Mayo and a make up maintenance day spanking was the highlight of today. Originally due on Friday but put off and again put off on Saturday due to a very busy weekend, I knew I was going to be spanked and spanked good on Sunday. When the time, I was marched nude to the bedroom and directed to take my position over the wedge pillow. Next to me were the implements for tonight's session and my heart sank. I took my position and presented my ass ready to accept the spanking I knew was only seconds away. The warm up was traditional with her bare hand which usually morphs into a hard hand spanking, but not this time. She continued with a barrage of mild swats lasting several minutes. This left my cheeks with a warm feeling and slightly pink in color. The transition to the first implement was seemless and instantly I felt the presence of the first implement...the Leather Strap.

Still the 'old reliable' which has been around since the beginning, but very capable of carrying out its intention... a good bare ass strapping. From its first loud smack across both cheeks, she and the strap meant business. Minutes later, resolved to my fate, I stuck my ass out even further as if to say, 'here it is, Ma'am, strap me good'. Perhaps that was a mistake as if she was reading my body language, she began to strap me harder. Stepping back just a bit she was swinging the leather with full force. After the first 50 or so I thought it would back off, but that was not to be. Hard strikes continued to land on both cheeks, single cheeks, the crease, upper and inner thighs for minutes on end. I was yelping as steadly as the tears were streaking down my face. I no longer sported the 'spank me' attitude I had several minutes ago, but did hold position. Only a brief pause for her to pick up the next implement.... the Rubber Strap.

If I thought I had just been strapped, I was kidding myself. The rubber strap creates pain like nothing else and I knew the deep tissue of my cheeks were being bruised and I would feel this strapping for many days. Strapping me with authority, it was not long before yelps became howls. She strapped both cheeks and single cheeks in fast bursts of ten swats. Bent fully over tightens the flesh on my cheeks and I would stand up slightly to relieve some of the pain. A palm between my shoulder blades pushed me back down, again putting my ass back in a vulnerable position. She strapped me long and hard. Several times I tried to stand a bit but was pushed back into position every time. She seemed intent on strapping my ass as I howled and tears flowed. To say I had been well spanked would be an understatement as she got the final implement. The Thin Education Paddles.

If one wanted to make a wood strap, these paddles would be the model. Thin, long and the same width as most straps, these oak paddles mimick a strap swat nearly perfectly. She paddled my cheeks with these implements fast and hard.... and long. Mostly surface pain now as the heavy rubber strap had sent soreness into the deep tissue of my ass. I did manage to hold position thru the assault of the pair of oak paddles. Several minutes dragged by as the paddling went on and on. I felt I had been soundly spanked by the time she placed the paddles down, but was soon to find out more was to come....much more. The mild spanks from her hand during the warm up were no where to be seen. She spanked me long and hard with a steady tempo an my entire ass. She spread my thighs to soundly spank inner cheeks and asshole too. A few on my hanging balls to completely round out this hand spanking segment. Thinking it was now over, I was wrong again. She brought back the leather strap. Not for a brief encore, but a full few minutes of strapping my ass cheeks. Not to be outdone, the rubber strap was next. Another few minutes of the rubber strap across my cheeks as I howled. I resisted the urge to stand again as I knew it may result in more lashes from the strap. As a finale, the oak paddles also returned for their three minutes of delivering more surface pain. Not in a heroic manner, but I had survived one of the worst maintenance spankings in several years. My cheeks were a deep purple color and I knew I would be sitting in disconfort for several days. She told me not to bother with the dice as she would tell me when I would be spanked again.

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