A Day Late Spanking

Friday, May 9, spanked a day late. Originally scheduled for yesterday, it was not about to be put off again. I had a quick appointment at 8 am but upon returning was greeted with a directive. Not exact wording, but the message was to 'get out of your clothes and bend over the pillow...you're getting spanked'. No time was lost as I shed every stitch of clothing quickly and presented my ass for the due maintenance spanking. She had placed 4 weapons of ass destruction along side of the pillow. Her bare hands commenced the warm up phase. Mild swats at first until force was increased eventually reaching solid hand spanks from one and both hands. A slight pause while she installed a blindfold on me. From here on out I had only feel to determine which implement was being used. I knew the first one immediately as its strike is unmistakable.... the braided leather loopy johnny.

The edges of the braided leather bit into my flesh even with less than full force being used. Flicking me with the loop was leaving about quarter sized red marks which stung like a bee. She covered my cheeks with such strikes and I imagine my ass looked like a red polka dot fabric. The segment ended with tears falling and yelps echoing in the room. I was not ready for the next implement, but it came on anyway.... the heart paddle.

Do not let the size of this toy mask its power to deliver pain. It is made of solid cherry wood and with its small striking surface brings much pain with each strike. Its short handle provides the spankER with very good and accurate control. After several hard strikes, she stood closer and skillfully struck every red mark left with the loopy johnny. I was howling and tears flowed. Compounding the pain of both inplements on the same small area proved to be quite painful. A few more hard strikes closed out the segment, but within seconds the next implement was flying thru the air... the flogger.

The same flogger used recently, its massive weight fell across my shoulders. The long and heavy latigo leather falls lashed me from shoulders to thighs. A slow tempo made the segment last awhile. Adjusting her stance brought shorter whip-like lashes across my cheeks with the tips of the falls. I was way past counting, but would safely guess over two hundred lashes found their mark on my torso. The long segment ended with the sound of the next implement...the riding bat.

Another implement used recently it quickly reminded me of its sting. The swish thru the air and the sting to my cheeks made it easy to recall the last spanking this implement gave me. She struck hard and often from the top of my cheeks to mid thighs with a near rapid fire tempo. No time to process pain between strikes, tears began again. I felt the shaft of the bat pass between my thighs and tap each leg signifying me to spread my legs. I spread, she tapped, I spread more, she tapped more. The tapping and spreading went on until I was fully spread, opening my cheeks and exposing balls and cock, very vulnerable for sure. Reducing the force to increase her aim she struck my inner cheeks and anus. Rapidly striking my exposed asshole was just the beginning. She struck balls, cock and anus repeadly for a few excruciating minutes. Now several hard bare hand spanks directly on my asshole. Some CBT consisting of sensual pain from squeezing, pulling and slapping of my family jewels. The bat returned for more ball torment and anus slapping. I was like a wet rag when she finished and she directed me up onto the bed for a needed rest. Joining me, I held her tight and whispered my thanks for a wonderful maintenance spanking. It was a short while later when I woke up and knew it was time to pick up the toys. No dice were tossed, but I imagine another maintenance day is not far off.

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