Wednesday, April 30, 2025

Maintenance on Monday

Monday, April 28, A maintenance spanking because she felt I needed one. Less than a week since my last spanking, I don't feel is was my behavior that triggered this one, but rather she just sensed I should be spanked. Just after dinner and a shower, I happen to be walking thru the kitchen when I heard the call from the bedroom. Entering, I found the wedge pillow in place and her saying she felt I needed to be spanked, so over the pillow you go. Knowing better than to hesitate, I took the assigned position, nude and ass high, I waited for the spanking to begin. She had assembled three impelemnts assuring a sound spanking along with her bare hands. Soon, the warm up phase began with tradional mild swats morphing into harder spanks. Both hands were used at times and the spanking continued until both cheeks were warmed and a nice pink color. The beginning segment near complete, the spanking slowed and stopped just for a bit as she got the first implement ready. The Hair Brush.
One of the most traditional spanking implements, and one of the painful ones. With the cover on, it delivers a solid thud on each strike. She used this method to cover both cheeks and sitspots. After a short session, she slid the cover off and hairbrushed my ass soundly while I yelped. The smooth wood backed brush stung like hell as it paddled both cheeks thoroughly. Moving down and across the crease to the upper thighs yielded no less pain. The short but hard segment registered high on the pain level and I responded with many yelps and some tears. Following a good spanking segment with the hair brush, I reset my stance and stuck my ass out further. She said I needed to be spanked, so I was presenting the target area ready to accept more spanks. She was ready with the second implement.... The Riding Bat.
A real stinger, the bat sports a somewhat rigid shaft with a wide doubled leather tip. Shorter than a crop or a cane, it is easy to handle and can pack the sting of angry hornets. My skin was quite red by now and the riding bat was about to tear it up even more. No slow start at all as the first swat featured the tell-tale swish thru the air followed by the painful loud smack of leather against flesh. Barely had time for the yelp to die before the next strike occurred. With a quick tempo, about a three to four second interval, the riding bat whipped my cheeks repeatedly. With a small striking area, it takes many swats to cover both cheeks. She was in no rush and spent adaquate time to insure every square inch of skin on both cheeks, both sit spots and both upper thighs received several swats. I had recoiled enough that my torso had lifted off the wedge pillow to relieve the taught skin of my ass. She put down the bat and used both hands on my back to force me down to contact the wedge pillow, which in turn presented my ass again. She told me to stay in place as I was going to be paddled...The Big Wood Paddle.
She laid the wood paddle against my red and sore ass, then drew it back and let fly a very hard swat. I howled on impact and recoiled, but returned to position quickly. She allowed ample time to process the stroke before again placing the paddle against both cheeks. Another very very hard swat rang my bell as I howled with pain. I processed the swat, repositioned with blazing ass protruded to accept my due maintenance spanking. Repeatedly the same scenario played out. My cheeks got more red, more sore and I shed more tears. I was glad the segment was short, but very very hard and I knew full well sitting would be difficult for a few days. I stood after the last strike of the near 30 minute maintenance session. Then thanked her and put away the toys. I caught a glimpse in the mirror and saw fire engine red cheeks looking back at me. I had been very soundly spanked.
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2 comments:

  1. Of course now I can't get that song "Ring My Bell" out of my head!
    All smiles afterwards, too!

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    1. Nora-Jane gets thanks after I get spanks. Having my bell rung was one way to convey the extreme pain delivered by the wood paddle strokes. I can't recall ever being paddled that hard, yet, knowing her desire, my need to be spanked, and my duty as her submissive to accept my spanking, I stuck my ass out further as if to say 'paddle me more, Ma'am....and she did too. You are correct...many smiles afterward.

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