300 For The Road

Monday, October 20, travel day and Maintenance Day. I sit here in a hotel room on a very sore ass. Earlier today, after my shower and breakfast, I was placed nude over the wedge pillow and spanked. Not to sound like it was a surprise, because it was not. Spanked last week for maintenance, I expected another during the weekend. As we were away for a train meet, a session did not occur. Scheduled to leave for an 8 day trip and a 5 plus hour drive, she felt a sore ass from a spanking was a good start. That was the begining of our vacation... two implements laid out as I took position and presented my ass. She warmed my cheeks with a brief, bare hand, mild force spanking. The first implement was already in her hand....because it was her hand. No longer in warm up mode, she began a hard hand spanking of my ass. Hard spanks, varying tempo, skin to skin contact. Something about a hand spanking, and this was a classic. I did my part by keeping still and presenting my ass to be soundly spanked. Next, she picked up an implement to continue the maintenance session... The Flexible Leather Paddle

The implement changed, the feel to my flesh changed, the method and force did not. Very hard and at times very fast strikes. I tried hard to hold position, but involuntary movement crept in. Fast and hard bursts stung single cheeks and full ass. She paddled with dilberate intent. She wanted my ass sore for the long drive and she was successful... it is still sore. The leather paddle slapped bare skin repeatedly. Yelping and moisture mounting in my eyes was inevitable. I took the full segment before the pause allowing me to reset my stance and prepare for the next implement resumed the session, with The Belt.

This implement, used just last week, is very familiar with my ass cheeks. In the hands of a skilled spanker, the belt will deliver a spanking not soon forgotten. From the first hard lash, thru the rapid fire bursts, to the slow hard double cheek strikes, each one caused a yelp and tears. A very solid belting unfolded over the next few minutes. I recoiled, partially stood, clenched and unclenched my cheeks, but nothing seemed to relieve the pain from the 2 inch wide leather to bare skin. No other way to say it, I was being spanked, very soundly spanked. Winding the segment down, I heard her say, that was 100 strikes for each of the three implements. Thinking it was over as she was moving toward the toy drawer, I began to stand. She stopped me with words to the effect of a bit extra was due. She returned with the Big Wood Paddle.

Another implement used just last week was set to deliver, as she said, just a few more. She wound up and swung the paddle with full force landing it squarely on both cheeks. A loud smack was nearly drowned out by my even louder howl from the pain. Seconds later it landed again. Duplicte sounds rang out again. She paddled me a few more times before telling me to get dressed, we are leaving soon. I asked if she packed a few toys for the trip. "Of course", she said, "You're getting spanked during the week". Fast forward to now, end of day one, still sore from a good maintenance spanking.

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