Sunday, November 16, spanked again. Yesterday's spanking had barely faded as I made morning coffee and prepared breakfast. All other morning routines went as normal and following cleanup in the kitchen, I noticed she had placed the wedge pillow in position on the bed. I did not comment at that time, but several minutes later I asked her if I was to be spanked again today. No discussion, just a simple, but deffinate 'YES'. I padded off to the bedroom and took my position... nude over the pillow. Not long afterward, she entered and began the bare hand warm up. Lasting several minutes, the mild spanks increased in force and speed. My cheeks turned very pink and quite warm as a result and she was ready to use the first implement. The Strap.
This old reliable implement is still in service and has delivered many good strappings. It was called on to give my ass another sound strapping and did not disappoint. She covered the entire spanking area, top of cheeks to sit spots on the mid thigh. Lashes were solid and before long I was yelping with each strike. Every possible angle was used from horizontal to verticle and everything in between. One cheek, both cheeks, inner thighs, the strap made contact repeatedly. I was holding position fairly well during the several minutes before she paused and altered her attack. She stood back a bit and swung the strap more like the long handle belt. A much slower cadence, but very hard strikes lashed across both cheeks. I recoiled slightly, but presented my ass after each hard stroke. About every 8 to 10 seconds, the leather implement landed for the next few minutes. Tears were forming when the strapping ended with a soft bare hand touching of my ass. Satisfied, she went for the next implement... The Riding Bat.
This device delivers more than one type of pain. Used like a crop or cane, it can leave a welt across your cheeks. A different stroke leaves a good sting from the leather tip. On this occasion she chose the latter. My ass cheeks were a solid color all over from the warm up and the strap. She stood back and swnug the riding bat like a whip, landing the wide leather tip on my inflamed flesh. Numerous bright red butterfly shapped marks dotted the field of pink skin. The riding bat swished thru the air and with a crisp stinging smack left its calling card. Each was followed by a yelp on my part. Tears began to seep from my eyes as she whipped my ass for several minutes. I dared not move a bit for fear of more or increased force. Even worse would be her spreading my legs to attack my balls with the riding bat. Yelping and tearing, I took the segment of the riding bat until she rested it and went for the final implement... Th Big Wood Paddle
Strapped and whipped was not sufficient as she grabbed the Big Wood Paddle to assault my ass. This segment was to be s l o w and painful as she placed her left hand on the small of my back as a silent directive to remain still. Laying the paddle against my sore cheeks for a second prepared me for a very hard paddle stroke. She drew back and swung the Baltic Birch with a good deal of force. It smacked against my skin producing a loud crack and an even louder yelp from me. Several seconds passed as I processed the pain and set myself for another swat. Again the paddle was laid against my burning flesh before being drawn back and swung forward. Another loud smack and yelp and it renewed the tears in my eyes. Only two swats and I was in tears. Over and over again I felt the paddle touch me seconds before it paddled me soundly. I can't say how many times I was paddled, but do know I was very red and sore from the heavy swats. When the sound from the last one faded, she pattem my ass and said, "You're done and you look great'. I thanked her for the maintenance spanking and put the toys away. Well spanked, very sore and quite happy.
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