A Quick Maintenance on Get-A-Way Day

Sunday, November 24th, Leaving St. Augustine with a spanked ass. That seemed to be her intent as we woke up early. I made coffee as always are returned with it to the bedroom. Usually she is sitting against the headboard and we have our first cup in bed. Different today as she was standing at the foot of the bed, wooden spoon in hand. Telling me to put the coffee down and bend over. I knew coffee would have to wait until after I got spanked. The spoon smacked my ass for a warm up segment. She covered my cheeks with mild but stinging swats for several minutes. I was pink before she wound it down and asked if I was well warmed. Yes Ma'am, I replied. Good, she said, because now you're getting spanked. She opened my legs quite wide and began to spank my ass with her bare hands. A hard hand spanking was underway with yelps on my part. No part of me was left unspanked. My cheeks, sit spots, upper thighs, inner thighs, ass hole and hanging balls all took bare hand spanks from my loving Dominant, Ms Mirage. When the hand spanking ended, I began to stand thinking it was over. Not so..... a return of the Wooden Spoon.

The slotted wooden spoon from the last spanking, tormented my cheeks for another several minutes. A wooden spoon gives a solid spank and stings like hell. The slots inhance the sting and really tenderize the flesh. Add another level of pain for the more sessitive areas like the crease and upper thighs. I fought to keep still while she spanked my ass. Finished????? no way. Add a third level of pain for even more sessitive places like my ass hole and balls. Yes, the spoon found those targets too with several swats directly on my anus. My balls took their share of strikes before she finally quit. I thanked her with hugs and kisses. Still no dice available so she will determine the day for my next spanking. I now had to get ready for a 3 hour drive with a red sore ass AND travel commando.

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Vacation Spanking for Maintenance

Wednesday, November20, a very late maintenance spanking. Scheduled by the dice for Thursday, but in jeopardy since the beginning, it was bounced several times since then for various but legimate reasons. Thursday was the final pack up day and was club meeting night. Friday was get-a-way day for our Florida trip. A night on the road, we then reached the first stop Saturday and continued toward the east coast and spent a second night in a hotel. No spankings yet. Sunday we arrived in St. Augustine and immediately got settled in our unit for the week. That afternoon and the next two days were a whirlwind with my older brother and his wife in the oldest city in the country and a great time had by everyone. They left this morning and by mid morning I found myself over her lap with my bare ass facing the ceiling. The main toy bag was still in the van so she had to improvise. A slotted wooden spoon was pressed into service.

This is not the one, but very similar. Even this one had to wait for the bare hand warm up. Mild swats led off the warm up but grew in intensity over a few minutes. Soon, full force spanks were smacking my cheeks and echoing in the room. The area was enlarged as she spanked my thighs and the crease. A sound hand spanking, resulting in nicely warmed and tanned cheeks, came to a close. A soft rub was the interlude before the slotted wooden spoon took over. Solid swats to pink cheeks brought yelps from my lips. She centered each swat on alternating sides as my immobile ass lie over her lap. A steady pace continued and she now expanded the target area to include sit spots and thighs. Pink turned to red and yelps became louder as the slots in the spoon surface tormented the tenderized flesh on my ass. No other toys were employed, but the maintenance spanking reached it goal. Several more minutes of the spoon striking flesh went on before she wound down the segment. A nice rub of my cheeks took a few more minutes and calmed me before a very hard and loud hand spanking erupted. Hard and fast strikes brought me back to the reality of a nude sub in a vulnerable position being spanked for maintenance. Accepting regularly scheduled spankings is my duty and willfully presenting my ass to take whatever my Dominant Mistress feels is proper and part of my committment. Winding down the session, I slid off her lap and to my feet. Thanking her with hugs and kisses brought her comment. 'Don't think this is your last spanking before we leave here'. Of course, I agreed.

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Short, Hard and Fifty for Maintenance

Friday, November 8, Maintenance, a day late. According to the dice roll after my last spanking, I was due to be spanked on Thursday. Many of you will recall we have club meetings on Thursday nights and it makes things difficult, so it was pushed off until today. Still busy preparing for our Friday leave date, the entire day went by with no spare time. Evening was a different story and she called me into the bedroom about 7 pm. The first thing I noticed was the blindfold which allowed only a quick peek at the implements she had chosen for tonights spanking and I knew my ass was soon to be very sore. The warm up phase commenced with mild spanks to my cheeks and upper thighs. The force increased somewhat but the segment ended after a few minutes. The first device can be called an implement, but we have no photo of it. A simple coil of rope which she uses to whip my bare cheeks. The several loops of rope held in her hand lash like a flogger with many contact points. Holding position I weathered the attack of the rope coil as she struck both cheeks repeatedly. A short segment and within a few minutes she was ready with the next spanking implement...The leather slapper.

Used in my last spanking, the slapper distributed sting to already tenderized flesh. Each segment was lasting but a few minutes as she slapped both cheeks hard and fast. Now the inside of the blindfold was beginning to absorb moisture from my eyes. With one hand on the small of my back, she insured no movement of my hips making my ass a still and easy target. Both sides of this little implement got in their equal share of strikes to my ass. Again, a short segment ended with a flurry of strikes on both cheeks. Just a brief pause before the first swat from the next implement shot pain thru my left cheek. The tawse had arrived.

The business end of this implement is heavy 1/2 inch thick leather and split to the handle. The dual tongue delivers two strikes with each swing and the solid leather really drives pain into the flesh and underlying tissue. Strikes on alternating cheeks had me howling in no time. Tears now were flowing steady as she spanked me with that evil implement. I found it very difficult to hold position and squirmed hopeing to escape from the intense pain of the tawse. Failed hope as she placed her hand on the small of my back signaling me to hold still and increased the force a notch. The tawse was now whipping my bare cheeks as I howled and shed tears into the blindfold. Finally she rested the tawse, but followed up with a hard hand spanking. After several swats on my ass, she spread my legs open more to torment and spank my exposed balls. She finished the bare hand segment with many swats to my anus. With cheeks and asshole ablaze with pain and many tears, I waited for the next implement.... A wooden spoon.

If you have never experienced a wood spoon spanking, it is tougher than you would expect. The long handle gives it good leverage, like a bath brush. The solid wood head delivers hard contact in a small area and the rounded spoon bottom leaves a red mark with every strike. She had every intension of making every swat mark my ass and remind me of my compromised position and who is in charge. The wooden spoon left its mark with every strike over the entire area of both cheeks and the crease with a few directly on my asshole. The reminders left no doubt that I belong to her and she was having her way with all of me including my very well spanked ass. My howls had hardly silenced and tears were still flowing when the segment came to an end. I took a deep breath, reset my stance and presented my ass for the final implement and perhaps the worst....the rubber paddle.

Solid swats began to land on each cheek alternatively, howls again sounded and more tears flowed. I struggled with all my concentration to hold position while she paddled my ass. The thick conveyor belt rubber smacked my red and sore flesh again and again. Thankfully, as each have been, this segment was short but hard and painful. When the final swat landed I was exhausted and felt like a wet rag. She got me to my feet and removed the blindfold. A hug and kiss thanked her for a very solid maintenance spanking. She told me each of the 5 implements and her hand delivered 50 strokes and my ass was deep red and turning purple in places, as 300 hard smacks will cause. This spanking will be remembered both mentally and physically for some time. I tossed the dice while she put the toys away. I rolled a 6, scheduling next Friday as maintenance day. She quickly reminded me we are leaving that day so she will pick another day before we leave. Thursday may be out as it is meeting night. A Thursday morning session is a possibility but the actual spanking will be at her choosing.

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Double Spanking for Late Maintenance

Monday November 4, Maintenance overdue and delivered. Most readers will recall the dice scheduled Friday as maintenance day after my last spanking. Our club had another exhibit to present at a show and most of Friday, Saturday and Sunday were spent for that event. Late getting home and dog tired pushed the maintenance from day to day. Today, all that ended with a morning spanking soon after breakfast. I had just finished my last cup of coffee and removed my nipple clamps after the final chore was completed when I heard the call. Arriving in the bedroom, I knew I was about to be spanked. She was present with three toys and the wedge pillow in place. Over the pillow I went, presented my ass and prepared to take a good maintenance spanking. Only a short wait before I felt the mild warm up swats from her bare hands. Soon the intensity grew until he was delivering a good hard hand spanking. Just a brief pause while she picked up the first of the three implements to be used.... The Leather Slapper.

This little toy can pack a good deal of sting. She used both sides and the fringe side is a bit more stingy than the smooth solid side. No build up as she went right to hard strikes immediately. My pink cheeks were being slapped from every angle and every square inch of flesh got to feel the sting. She was whipping my ass very quickly and even early on, I began to squirm and yelp. My input had no effect on her delivering a good segment with the leather slapper. Several minutes later, she slowed a bit and then wound down the attack. I was quite red by now and my skin was burning with sting. Taking a deep breath, I set myself for the next implement and did not have to wait long for the Doubled Leather Belt was in her hands.

I knew from the initial lash, the purpose of the belt was to add sting to the surface and send soreness deep into the tissue of my ass. The strikes were timed about 4 seconds apart and landed horizontally across both cheeks. There was no muting my yelps and my eyes began to moisten as she belted my ass. A few minutes of the horizontal lashes yield to her changing her stance right behind me. Swinging the belt from both sides, she began to strike single cheeks alternatively with very hard lashes. Yelping loudly now with full tears cutting tracks down my face, I held position and took the sound belting she doled out. Lash after lash landed causing a yelp and fresh tears. Another adjustment brought her back to my left side for another minute or so of the double cheek horizontal lashes complete with yelps and tears. I did adjust my stance to be set for the final implement, The Broad Sword Paddle.

Thick smooth leather on both sides covered a steel backbone of this heavy paddle. It is designed to deliver deep tissue soreness when swung with authority and that was exactly her intent. Right from the first solid strike on both cheeks I howled and more tears flowed. A slow, steady, hard, paddling continued for a few minutes. Each swat caused a howl, tears and a recoil from me. After each strike I quickly reset and stuck my ass out to receive the oncoming paddle. To say I received a good hard paddling would be an understatement. After several minutes of the paddling, she rested the implement and stood me upright. I thanked her with a hug and kiss. She quickly told me I was not finished. " We are three days late and you're getting a double dose of maintenance. I am going to spank you again tonight". I uttered the correct submissive answer....'Of course Ma'am'.

After dinner we started to settle in for the evening and she, remembering our morning session suggested we use the Monday Night Football Game to direct my second spanking of the day. Naturally I agreed and retrieved two of the three implements she used earlier. With her direction, I left the slapper and brought the belt and the paddle into the living room. The game began and the first quarter was mostly uneventful. Finally the Chiefs broke thru and kicked a Field Goal. She chose the belt for Kansas City leaving the leather paddle for Tampa Bay. Standing by the wall, I took the three lashes from the belt. Turned out, that was the only score for the quarter, but things were to change soon. The Bucs got things together in the second quarter and scored a touchdown. The Broad Sword Paddle was brought into play and I took 6 hards swats for the Touchdown. Still standing, they were successful with the Extra Point and 7 more hard swats landed on my ass. Bucs 7 - Chiefs 3. Still in the second quarter the Chiefs pushed over the goal line for a touchdown of their own. The belt lashed my bare cheeks 9 times for the Touchdown and another 10 when the Extra Point was good. That rounded out the scoring in the first half. Getting the ball first in the second half, Tampa Bay was in gear and moved easily and scored again. I knew the drill, toes about a foot from the baseboard, legs slightly spread, forearms against the wall, ass stuck out and ready to receive the swats for the Touchdown. I was jarred by the force of the first paddle swat and let out a yelp, but 12 more were to come. Of course the Extra Point was good and another 14 times she paddled my bare ass. Now sitting gingerly, the game went on and the Bucs were in charge. They kept Kansas City from scoring the entire period. However, not so for them and a Field Goal caused me another trip to the wall. She wound up and delivered 17 more hards paddle strokes as I yelpd after each one. My ass was pretty sore by now from this game and the morning spanking and was glad to see the fourth quarter begin. My good feeling was short lived as the Chiefs began to get organized. They scored a touchdown and kicked the point to tie the score at 17. Ms Mirage was ready with the belt as I stuck my ass out. 16 lashes had my cheeks in great pain and very red. Not done yet as another 17 were due and delivered. Not long after that, the Chiefs felt they had put the game away with another score. I stood and stuck my ass into the breach for a sound belting of 23 lashes for the Touchdown. Their kick sailed thru the uprights and I was due another 24 lashes, which she delivered without hesitation. It looked like that would be it, BUT Tampa Bay, with time expiring, managed a drive ending with a Touchdown and a good Extra Point. Back to the wall I went and presented my red and sore ass for another paddling. I yelped 23 times as the paddle recounted the score. Extra Point was good and I had to accept 24 more hard paddle swats as the game was tied. OH NO.... OVERTIME!!!! Whoever was going to win, I knew I was in line for at least one more spanking. Turned out the Chiefs won the toss and the game scoring a touchdown after a long drive. Back to the Belt to account for the win with 30 more lashes, 30 more yelps and countless tears. Final score, Chiefs 30, Bucs 24. For me, Paddle 87, Belt 132. "There", she said, "this has been a good maintenance day". I had to agree dispite my very sore ass. Tossing the dice produced a '2 ' and scheduled Thursday for my next maintenance spanking.

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Chiefs and Raiders Spank Me

Sunday, October 27, Spanked for maintenance two days late. Many readers will recall the actual day was to have been Friday, but complications with one of my clubs exhabiting at a show this weekend upset our normal plans. That all ended this morning when she all but told me I was getting spanked today. Just after breakfast, she was perusing the TV guide saying there were 4 games to choose from and one will direct your maintenance session. Due to a bit of catching up from the 3 day show schedule, I chose the Chies - Raiders game. "OK", she said, "I will get out two implements, you be sure you are back from your errands, nude, and in that chair for kickoff". Off I went with her words still ringing in my ears. There was no way I was not going to obey those directives. Returning on time, I stripped and was ready to enjoy the game and be spanked. On the other chair were the two implements she had picked out. She usually mentally decides which implement to start with and the first team that scores gets that implement. It was not long before the Chiefs completed a long drive and crossed the goal line for a Touchdown. I went to the wall and presented my ass. "Further", she commanded. I slid my forearms down the wall a bit which stuck my ass out even more. Must have not been enough for her because she reached around me, grabbed my balls and shoved my out hips even more. Now satisfied with my position, she picked up the first implement... The Leather Strap.

Maintenance spankings directed by sports games, like discipline, have no warm up, so she administered 6 good swats with the strap. By now the Extra Point was good and I took another 7 lashes across bare cheeks. The game continued as we watched and near the end of the first quarter, the radiers mounted a good drive and scored a Touchdown. Back to the wall I went and knew enough to stick my ass out as far as possible and she was ready with the next implement...The Rubber Paddle.

The six swats for the Touchdown were solid but acceptable. The 7 more for the Extra Point, seemed to hurt much more and I sat back down, sore but not rubbing. Rubber implements are very painful and I was feeling my first taste of the paddle with burning cheeks. The second quarter saw more scoring, mostly from Kansas City. I stood and took 13 lashes from the strap for a Touchdown and of course, they made the Extra Point, so 14 more lashes landed across both cheeks. Later in the period, the kicked a Field Goal which brought me to the wall for a meeting with the strap and a count of 17 lashes. Somewhere before halftime, the Raiders managed a field goal and my ass was to be paddled again. The first four of the 10 due, caused me to straighten up a bit. She was having none of that and again reached around my hips and grasped my balls. This time with a twisting grip that was not relased until she delivered the remaining six as I yelped. My red and sore cheeks lasted thru halftime as we refreshed our drinks and had a small snack. There was no scoring in the third quarter from the Chiefs, but Las Vegas kicked another Field Goal and the rubber paddle was used again. This time 13 strokes landed hard, but instead of squirming, I howled as the pain level mounted from each swat. Even the soft recliner was no help as I sat back down with a very sore ass. Kansas City came alive in the fourth quarter scoring a Field Goal first which netted me a solid 20 lashes from the strap. Later in the period, they scored again and she whipped my ass with the strap hard. 26 lashes for the Touchdown, immediately follow by 27 when the Extra Point kick sailed thru the goal posts. My burning cheeks returned to my chair and late in the game, the Raiders made it interesting with a score of their own. I went to the wall and stuck my ass out for the paddling. Cheeks were quite sore and red by now, but I held position as she delivered the 19 swats thru my yelping, to account for the Touchdown. The Extra Point was again good and I was due for 20 more. She could see how red my cheeks were, but determined to finish the maintenance spanking properly. Again she reache around and grasped my balls in a vice like twisting grip and then delivered the 20 hard paddle strokes to my bare, immobile ass. I howled thru in and thankd her as the game ended. Not a real hbigh scoring game as the Chiefs came out the winner by a 27 - 20 final score. The result for me was 130 lashes with the strap and 75 swats from the paddle. She tossed the dice and I could not believe the outcome. Another 4 whcih scheduled the next spanking for Friday. She reminded me of another show was on tap for that weekend and she may need to spank me before Friday. My only answer was 'Yes Ma'am.

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600 for Maintenance

Sunday October 20, Maintenance day. Just a short time since the last spanking, I could still feel some soreness from the implements used then, yet another maintenance spanking was due today. She made things ready in the morning with the wedge pillow in place, serving as a reminder. Each time I passed the bedroom, seeing the pillow, dredged up the thought of being nude, placed in a comprimised position and soundly spanked. Great weather prompted some errands to be done, mowing and other yard work accomplished before getting back inside, showering, and remaining nude for the evening. Starting to settle in after dinner, she told me not to get too comfortable, in fact, to take position as she was ready to spank me. Over the pillow I went as she dug out some implements. I presented my ass, 4 implements next to me and the warm up began. Mild bare hand spanks led off the session but within a short time hard and fast spanks rained down on my bare cheeks as the warm up drifted into a full out hand spanking. Several minutes later she reached for the first implement...The Riding Bat.

With a solid but flexible shaft and wider leather tip, the bat doles out a good sting with each contact. She covered both cheeks with stinging swats before sliding the bat between my thighs. When the side to side tapping of my inner thighs started, I obeyed and spread my legs open. More swats landed on the recently exposed area of inner thighs and cheeks. About two minutes later the bat was tapping my inner thighs again and I spread open to the max. Now fully vulnerable, she took advantage of it and delivered a good spanking to my balls. Hanging helplessly, she swated side to side and uppercuts, balls were being spanked as I yelped in pain. Not finished with the bat, she slowed the tempo and whipped my ass with cane-like strokes. The bat was doing a number as my yelps and moist eyes attested to. Laying the bat down on my left side told me she was not thru with that device. She grasped the second implement and began another attack with the Leather Strap.

This 'old reliable' implement came on to provide a good strapping to bare cheeks. It has been doing that job well for years and is near retirement. Not yet however as she unleashed a succession of hard lashes on both cheeks. Different angles, different tempo, different targeted areas all produced the same result. Loud yelps, tears, and a soundly strapped ass. I was struggling to hold position, but knew it would please her. She even reduced the force somewhat for a few swats to my balls. Back to my cheeks, the force went to the max and I squirmed just a bit. After a few more minutes, she placed the strap down.... again on my left side, signaling it was to return again. But right now it was time for another hard bare hand segment. She spanked full cheeks, sit spots and upper thighs soundly. To prove there was no favortisim, she swatted my balls right along with the rest of my ass as I howled and teared. No rest during this spanking as the next implement was brought into play.... the Purse Paddle.

She left the cover on for maximum thud and deep tssue soreness from many swats with this little implement. Great for targeting single cheeks, she paddled each one many times. Sit spots and thighs were also treated to swats from the covered wood paddle. She broke the barrage of swats for another 20 or so very hard bare hand spanks. Back came the purse paddle, but now the cover had been removed. I was howling after each strike of the cherry wood on bare flesh while she paddled my ass for several minutes. Following that attack, the bat returned for an encore. Whipping and stinging with hard contact to all of my ass, balls too, before finally being placed down on my right side. The strap was next for its second visit and like the bat, covered everything. Loud howls and tears continued until the strap was laid next to the bat. Oh yes, the purse paddle had a second chance to spread more pain to my ass, both surface and deep tissue. More howling sounded loudly before the paddle was laid to the side. One more burst of hard bare hand spanks predeeded the final implement...the Big Wood Paddle.

Used just the other day, its solid strikes were remembered quickly as she swung in slow deliberate strokes. Each one landing squarely on both cheeks sending pain over a large area. Howls, tears and recoiling resulted from each solid contact of the big paddle. This device embodies the thought and feeling of a classic bare ass paddling. The slow tempo seemed to last forever. I never count, but found out later she was and giving each implement its just number of strikes. There was time for me to reposition and present for the next strike as well as mental prep for the pain soon to follow. Putting you ass back in harms way, knowing within seconds another strike would occur is normal and expected during a spanking as every good submissive knows. Stroke after stroke landed with a howl and repositioning as time drowned on. Finally the pain from the last impact began to fade as she put the paddle down. I got to my feet and thanked her with huggs and kisses. She told me I took it well and it was a hundred from each implement and two hundred from her bare hands. I knew my ass showed the result as I picked up the dice. Against the wall and rebounding across the floor, it came to rest with a 4 on top. Back to the number four and scheduleing Friday for my next maintenance spanking.

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Paddles and Belt for Maintenance

Thursday, October 17, Maintenance scheduled and delivered. It was well known I had a club meeting that evening so a daytime spanking was the logical choice. While I was clearing the breakfast dishes and completing my morning kitchen chores she was busy in the bedroom. When she called to me, I knew what she was doing. The wedge pillow was set and three implements were at its side. Upon seeing me, her directive was 'get ready, I am going to spank you right now'. Not wasting any time, I pulled off my nipple clamps and climed over the pillow, stuck my ass out and waited for the inevidable. No lost time on her part either as almost immediately she began the bare hand warm up portion of a maintenance spanking. Mild at first, turning my cheeks pink and warm, before the intensity was increased slowly. Very soon, my ass was taking full force bare hand spanks. After a full 5 minutes of spanking, she had me fairly red and ready for the first implement. The pause was only long enough for her to properly grip the dual implements set to leave a good sting on my vulnerable cheeks. With one in each hand she was set to begin a segment with the Thin Education paddles.

Made of oak, thin, narrow and with a 14 inch long striking surface, these twin paddles are made to sting bare flesh. Mission accomplished as she drummed the pair in rapid fire covering my ass. Every square inch of skin was soon engulfed in a stinging onslaught of strikes. She slowed the cadence but increased the force as the paddles were landing hard about every other second. Still using both, one for each cheek, she paddled for several minutes. I was wearing down and started to yelp and tears began to form. This did not stop the constant paddling of oak on tenderized flesh. Picking up the tempo again like a drummer on a snare drum, had me begining to squirm under the relentless barrage of swats landing on my ass. A very brief pause and the order of 'Hold Still' accompained with a very very hard swat across both cheeks cured me of any further movement. The drumming went on with a varied tempo for a few more minutes. Almost as suddenly as it began, the segment ended with a gentle hand rub of both cheeks. One rub and it was time for the second implement....The Belt.

She lashed both cheeks with a horizontal swat that cleared my head quickly. Repeated several times before she changed her stance, the 2 inch wide, doubled leather belt had turned my ass flaming red. Now standing behind me, she began to lash each cheek alternitively with solid swats. One at a time each cheek got a good swat which produced a yelp from me. Tears were being absorbed and my yelps were muffled with my face buried into the pillow. She slowed the procedure and adjusted the angle of delivery. Now a slight uppercut swing brought the belt in full contact with the crease where cheek becomes upper thigh. Called the sit spot, I knew sitting would be a quick reminder of this maintenance spanking. Several more minutes of the double cheek horizontal strikes had me yelping loud and shedding full tears. Another quick hand rub on my cheeks ended this segment. The hand rub soon turned into a hand spanking. About 3 full minutes of good solid spanks she wound down the segment. I heard her say, 'you have been spanked, now you're getting paddled' so stick your ass out. I complied and presented an already well spanked target. With that came the final implement for a morning session... The Big Wood Paddle.

The hard swat of the Baltic Birch, 5 ply paddle landed on my ass. A howl emerged and more tears shot from my squinted eyes. Its large surface easily brings pain to the entire area of my cheeks. About every 5 seconds another swat landed, but I held position. No varying angle or force, each swat landed in the same location. This would drive soreness deep into the tissue of my ass. Several more minutes of this had me in great pain and howling with each strike. Slight recoiling from the force of the swat told me to reposition quickly for the next swat. She paddled my ass soundly for the next few minutes. Finally she told me my ass was crimson as she had given me a good spanking. I stood, hugged, kissed and thanked her. Heat was pouring off my cheeks as I reached for the dice. She had the toys put away about the time the cube finished its gallop across the floor, coming to rest with a different number. A 'TWO' means there will be little recovery time as another spanking would occur on Sunday.

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