Paddled for Maintenance

Friday, August 26, Maintenance Day. Spanked last Friday and rolled a 6 so here we are again on Friday night, totally nude, bent over the wedge pillow, waiting for my scheduled maintenance spanking. She is rumbling through the toy drawer and laying her selected implements on the bed next to me. It appears to be a paddle day as three, ass demolishing paddles await her use. First, as usual, there is a warm up with her bare hand, an able addition to any implements she chooses. The flexible leather paddle is an often used device which stings ass cheeks thoroughly.

Next in line is a favorite of several readers and one of the best looking implements we have... the patent leather paddle.

To break up a leather onslaught of bare skin, she chose one of the most painful toys in our arsenal, despite its dimished size..... the purse paddle.

The warm up began with a soft carress by her hands on my bare bottom. The first spank was mild, but an undenyable sign the spanking segment had begun. She spanked both cheeks with a steady tempo being sure to cover every inch of my cheeks, crease and upper thighs. A once over on the entire area was not enough and the second pass featured an uptick in force. Spanking enough to accomplish its task of warming my ass for a good paddling. The flexible leather paddle announced its segment with a stinging swat much harder than a warm up. Several on each cheek increased the skin temperature with each stroke. She began paddling faster and on alternating cheeks for the next several minutes. Also covering the upper thighs and sit spots, the paddle continued on with its stinging strikes. Single cheek, double cheek, forehand/backhand, a steady stream of hard paddle swats treated my ass to a full segment of pain. I never felt the thud of the fur side of the paddle, only the smooth leather against my reddening flesh. Several minutes dragged by as yelps found their way through my lips. My paddling had just begun as she switched to the patent leather paddle. With its shiny smooth black patent leather, this is a real looker. Shaped in an oval with ample handle, it resembles an old vanity hand held mirror. After the first glance, it is all business. It contains a solid steel backbone running the full length giving it a means to deliver a good hard swat. Strike after strike covered the same area of thigh, crease and cheek turning the pink skin a deeper hue of red. My yelps increased and I could feel my eyes moisten under the attack of the leather paddle. Another notch of force was called for and I responded with a bit of squirming between strikes. Quickly, presenting my ass for the next strike, I clenched my jaws and took the paddling. Several more minutes passed as the patent leather stung me over and over. When it finally rested, it was replaced by the bare hand and it was clear the spanking was going to be hard. No more mild swats like in the warm up, she spanked me hard and fast. Mostly on the full cheeks, the strikes were solid and caused yelps which were delivered as fast as the cadence she set. A spanking which could have stood alone, was but a part of the maintenance session I was getting. She spanked for many more minutes and I was getting more sore by the strike. I knew my ass was very red by now and quite hot to the touch. The bare hand segment was not quite as long as with an implement, but certainly did not leave me longing for more. The final segment was due and I reset my stance and stuck my ass out. If I thought I had been paddled up to now, I had another thing coming. The solid cherry wood of the purse paddle was about to deliver a painful finale. Two fast swats landed, one on each cheek and were greeted by a loud howl. My knees buckled as the pain sunk deep into my tissue and did not seem to dissapate. She struck again and again on alternating cheeks as I howled after each. My eyes could not contain the tears any longer as the drops rolled down my face. A few swats, dead center, on both cheeks, altered the pain a bit but did not change the mesults as I howled after each one. I stood slightly to relieve the tight skin on my ass as she continued to paddle me. Then a hand to the back of my neck forced me back into full bent position. This stretched the skin more and increases the pain. She continued to paddle despite my squirming, howling and tearing. A slight pause as she stood hip to hip with me and reached around to hold me still. Her thigh pushed on my thighs which brough my ass out further. Two very red and sore cheeks were now an easy target and she never missed once. A hard, rapid fire segment, on my immobile ass had me nearly screaming for the final minute or so of a paddling I won't soon forget.

I stood, erased the tear tracks, hugged, kissed and thanked her for a good spanking. She said not to bother rolling the dice. My quizical look brought on her next remark. She explained we are leaving for our trip to Michigan on Wednesday. I am to receive short spankings everyday until we leave. She left me wondering and to pick up the toys she had just used. Being unsure of what lies ahead, I plan on grouping those short outings in a report to you next Wednesday.

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Short Maintenance

Friday, August 19, Maintenance Day. Been very busy here returning from the trip to St. Louis and preparing for the trip to Michigan. Electricians installing power to our new building and other landscaping chores. Although scheduled maintenance was due, it was bound to take a back seat. She was clearly not up to it, but bravely stated a spanking was due and a spanking I will get. Assuming position I saw her pull a single implement from the toy drawer, our wood backed hairbrush.

Standing at my side she placed her left hand on my lower back and began the spanking. Much like a discipline spanking, there was no warm up and the hairbrush stung my bare cheeks. I took the swats waiting for a change, but could not discern any. Like a machine she continued to land hard swats with the hairbrush. She covered both cheeks, sit spots and upper thighs. She did vary the tempo a bit at times, but basically a stead traditional hairbrush spanking. I began to yelp after each swat as my ass grew more sore with each contact with the smooth wood back of the hairbrush. She actually finished with a hard flurry and set the brush aside. I could tell she was exhausted. She said I took over 100 swats and my ass was nicely spanked. Not much else to report, a short maintenance spanking was over. I tossed the dice and scored a 6. It will be next Friday before another spanking for maintenance is due.

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Two-Part Maintenance Spanking

Monday, August 15, Overdue for Maintenance. I'm sure all of you know, but we have been away for over a week at a convention in St. Louis. I was spanked just before we left and sadly there was no time or energy during our stay. Arriving home late on Sunday and very tired, we put off the due maintenance until the next day. Just after breakfast, she had set up the wedge pillow, chose the leather strap...

She called to me from the bedroom saying "Come in here, I am going to spank you". Hurriedly, I obeyed and placed myself in position with ass out to accept the overdue spanking. A brief bare hand warm up actually felt good, but was short lived. The strap began its segment at a good force and yelping kicked in nearly immediately. She strapped my bare cheeks for several minutes before moving to the crease. I'm sure my ass was a nice shade of red before the strap landed on my sit spots. I struggled to hold position and the yelping increased as the strap went about its task. I had not been spanked in 9 days and she was making sure I remembered how it feels. Several more minutes passed before the target was lowered to upper thighs. Seems like thighs can't take the impact as full cheeks can. I squirmed a bit but took all the swats to my thighs. She went back to my cheeks for another dose before yielding the strap to the bare hand. This time the hand spanking was not gentle. She spanked my ass, crease and thighs for many minutes. When she finally finished she allowed me up to tell me to report back here tonight for part two of this overdue maintenance spanking.

Evening rolled around and soon enough I found myself ass high and ready to be spanked again. Still a bit sore for the morning strapping, I watched her assemble the implements. For part two she chose the patent leather paddle, doubled belt and narrow hairbrush... her bare hand is always in play.

The warm up began with the patent leather paddle and it did not take long for my sore cheeks to turn red. Soon the leather paddle was in full swing. It is a beautiful paddle and light in weight, but still packs a good swat. She paddled my ass soundly for several minutes while I held position. When the segment ended, the doubled belt began its assault on my bare, red cheeks. Full force swats landed across both cheeks over and over again. I began to yelp under the lashes she was administering. I could feel my eyes welling up and soon would shed tears. The target area shifted to include the crease and upper thighs as the 2 inch wide leather covered my entire ass. After many minutes, the belt was laid aside as she picked up the narrow hairbrush. A solid wood handle, narrow but thick, concentrates its impact on a very small area raising the pain level significantly. My yelps increased along with the hairbrush spanking. My squinted eyes could not longer hold back the tears. She kept the strikes centered on my cheeks as I was being spanked with this little painful implement. Once again the bare hand spanked the entire red area. Many hard and fast swats landed everywhere in the target zone. The paddle returned as did the belt and the hair brush too for their encore performance. Tears flowed, but I forced myself to hold position. The belt returned for another brief but hard segment. By the time it was all over, more than 35 minutes had elasped and I was soundly spanked. I stood, thanked, hugged and kissed Ms Mirage. Tears were swept away and I tossed the dice. The white cube tumbled, spun and came to rest with a '3' on top. Friday is scheduled for the next maintenance spanking.

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Baseball Driven Spanking

Saturday, August 7, Manintenance Day. Late, as most of the week was devoured with the completion of our new building and the prep for our week long trip to St. Louis. It has been quite awhile since we have used a ball game to dictate a maintenance spanking. Not sure if all of you recall that procedure. Each team is represented by an implement and I am spanked at the end of each half inning which contains any hits or scoring with that teams spanking implement. 5 swats for a single, 10 for a double, 15 for a triple and 20 for each run scored. Swats are delivered like a discipline spanking, no warm up and fairly hard. All was ready for the Yanks vs Cardinals game, Yankee swats were with the big wood paddle while the Cards were delivered courtesy of the doubled belt.

All was a go as the game started. The Yankees mustered a single in the first inning. I stood, placed my hands against the wall, stuck my bare ass way out and took 5 very hard swats. Much to our dismay, the Cardinals mounted a small rally in their half of the first inning with a double, single and plated one run. Back to the wall I went and the belt lashed my cheeks 35 times. All expectations were dashed as a pitchers duel unfolded for nearly the balance of the game. The Yanks only got two hits the rest of the game and the Cards faired only a bit better. I took the strikes, but was scarcely spanked at the conclusion of the ONE to nothing Cardinals win. She felt my ass was not spanked good enough for a decent nights sleep, so she stood me up against the wall before bed and gave me 30 hard swats with the paddle and because the Cards won, I got 50 with the belt. A red ass slid between the sheets and sleep came quickly. Off to St. Louis in the morning and here we are nearing our return trip with no further spankings. Simply no time. I expect a Sunday or Monday spanking once we are back home.

Thanks to all readeers, new and established for their patience while we have been away. I apologize for the long delay in posting this report and hope to be more current in the future. Your comments or questions are still welcome and actually encouraged none the less. It may be Sunday before I can be on line again, so bear with me. See you all soon.

A Sunday Morning Maintenance

Sunday, July 31, Maintenance scheduled and delivered. Our day began as everyday does, I get up, make and serve her coffee in bed while we discuss the upcoming day. She mentioned a morning spanking instead of waiting until evening. With coffee time over, I padded to the kitchen wearing only my nipple clamps to fix and serve breakfast in the dinning room as always. When the meal was over, I began my chores of dishes and cleaning the kitchen. Almost done when she called from the bedroom saying when I was finished to come back to the bedroom for my maintenance spanking. Arriving, I found she had set up the wedge pillow and laid out several implements. Her bare hand was always one to deal with and joining in would be the rubber spatula...

A hairbrush...

The leather strap...

and the doubled belt...

I took my position over the pillow, stuck my ass out and waited for my due spanking. She was moving something behind me and then told me to stand and join her. She had placed a straight back chair and was sitting, holding the rubber spatula, and said, "Over my lap". Obeying instantly, my bare as was now facing the ceiling, totally immobile. A full 10 to 12 minutes later, she let me up with my cheeks, sit spots and upper thighs red and sore from multiple segments of bare hand and rubber spatula spanking. She now directed me over the wedge pillow, ass protruded to accept more spanking. The implement chosen was the hairbrush and she began to cover the already spanked areas with medium to hard swats with the wood backed brush. Yelping through clenched teeth, I struggled to hold position, but knew well not to squirm too much. The segment ended with a very hard volley on each cheek causing my locked jaw to open and allow for howls to replace yelps. The leather strap was next at bat. When will the new strap be completed, you might ask. Not sure, but for now the old one strapped my ass just fine. Horizontal, vertical, single cheek, double cheek, forehand/backhand alternating swats, all landed on upper thighs, crease and full cheeks. Standing me upright she delivered a several swats to each nipple. Then it became CBT time with the strap still doing the honors. Cradling my cock in her hand, swats landed as I howled. Pushing me back down until my face was burried in the pillow, she spread my legs wide until my balls were hanging free. Uppercut swings of the strap stung my balls. Mild swings were more than enough to force more howls from me. She finally rested the strap and went for the doubled belt. Other parts of me were given a break as the belt concentrated on my ass. Hard lashes across both cheeks landed with loud slapping leather sounds. Many minutes passed as the solid belting continued. Since the OTK segment began, nearly an hour had passed when the belting slowed and eventually stopped. One implement made a brief encore performance. The hairbrush pushed the maintenance session just over the hour mark with a hard spanking. Slowly standing, I hugged and kissed her in appreciation of a wonderful long maintenance spanking. Tossing the dice seemed like an effort but I saw a number '2' on top when the cube came to a stop. "Good", she said, Wednesday will be a great day for you to be spanked again".

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A Maintenance Stinging

Monday, July 25, Maintenance due and delivered with sting. After my ass endured the maintenance/birthday spanking on Friday, I rolled a two, scheduling Monday as Maintenance Day. About 8:30, I was directed to prepare, as it was time for me to be spanked. I arrived on time, climbed over the wedge pillow and presented my bare ass. She had been busy assembling tonight's toys. She chose a different implement, the Cane Bat, from our cane case along with two thin Board of Education wood paddles.

As a different approach, she chose the Cane Bat for a warm up device. This implement is similar to the riding bat with its wide leather tip, but the shaft is much longer and thicker. The folded leather tip delivers the same type of sting as the riding bat, but the longer shaft, with more whip action, increases the speed and doubles the sting when it strikes bare skin. Mild swats began as a warm up should and she covered both cheeks, both sit spots and both upper thighs. Slowly but surely, the tempo increased as did the force of the strikes and the sting of the tip. I began to hear the swish of the device as she increased the whip like motion of the longer shaft. The sting increased even more and her aim was perfect. Upper thighs and the crease began to burn with stinging pain as she swated those areas with a fast cadence. When she moved her target to my cheeks, she raised the force another notch. The shaft sounded like a cane as it swished thru the air and the sting of the tip was like an angry hornet. My entire ass was covered with stings over the next several minutes. She rested the Cane Bat and picked up two thin Board of Education paddles. These twin paddles are number one of the five Board of Education paddles. Made of oak and finely finished, the deliver a sound sting.

Most always used as a pair, she paddled my ass with a flurry of strikes. My flesh, already stung with the bat, was no match for the narrow oak strips. Like drumsticks on a snare drum, she tattered both cheeks as I fought to remain still. I felt the heat and pain in my flesh and imagined it was bright red, but the paddling went on for many more minutes. No deep tissue soreness tonight, but the surface was being stung and searing pain spread over cheeks, upper thighs and crease. When the paddles were put down I relaxed a bit and reset my legs. The final weapon in tonight's arsenal was her own bare hand. She reached around my hips and grasped my cock and balls and forced my hips back which stuck my ass out further. She released my package and began spanking me bare handed. She spanked and spanked with hard swats on both cheeks. For the first time, my eyes welled up and began to tear. She spanked more. I yelped continually. She spanked more. I squirmed slightly. She spanked more. After the last of the fast and hard strikes landed, I shuttered. The cane bag still was on the bed in easy reach. Would I now be caned too. No, she stood me upright, we kissed, she wiped away my tears, I hugged and thanked her. She slid the cane bat in the bag with the canes, but did not put it back in the closet. Were these implements be used for the next maintenance session? I tossed the dice and watched a big '5' appear on top. Sunday, I said. Not likely, you will need to be spanked before that she said while leaving the room.

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Birthday and Maintenance

Friday, July 23, Maintenance and her birthday spanks both due. Many of you will recall, when we left the party in NJ, we decided on Wednesday for the next maintenance spanking. That changed on Wednesday as her birthday was on Thursday, so we simply moved the maintenance to coinside with her birthday and me taking her spanking. Thursday arrived and again, as many of you know, we are involved in a major project at our home and construction crews were here. We both worked along with them in the 95+ degree heat of the day. By nightfall, we were both so exhausted, we simply could not even think about spanking. As Friday evening rolled around, after dinner I asked if she was spanking me. "Yes, I am" she replied. "In fact, no time like now". I retreated to the bedroom and took position over the pillow on the edge of the bed. She got out the leather strap and short leather flogger. She walked behind me and began to warm my ass with light to medium hand spanks. Pink cheeks were then treated to a good bare hand spanking. Following several minutes of hand spanking, she grabbed the leather flogger. Standing behind me, she began to flog cheeks, sit spots and upper thighs. She did not spread my legs and go for the good parts, but soundly flogged everything else. I was holding position well as she flogged for several minutes. The last implement was in her hand shortly after the final flogger lash landed. Our leather strap is well worn and is near retirement. I am in the process of making a new one. The strap is still able to deliver a good lash as she quickly demonstrated. She struck my ass from many directions over the next many minutes moistening my eyes and reddening my entire area. When she completed that segment and laid down the strap, I began to move a bit. She placed a hand on my lower back to still my movement and said "It is birthday time... now that you are spanked, I'm going to make sure your get SPANKED". I had the feeling all the birthday swats would be very hard. Her bare hand stung my ass on the first hard spank. Successive ones were no softer. Each one seemed harder even though I know that was not possible. She continued without pause, one per year of age. Damn, I wish she were younger. When she reached the magic number she gave the 'one to grow on' too. That was fun she explained, let's do it again. I thought she meant next year, but noooo. the flogger was in her hand. Standing just to my left, she let the flogger fly in a horizontal swing, covering both cheeks with the leather falls. ONE, I thought...oh God, here we go. I was not wrong as the flogger met my cheeks repeatedly. I did not dare move a muscle and forced myself to take every swat she delivered. As the total was reached, I breathed deeply. Three times a charm, she chirped as she picked up the strap. I clenched my teeth now knowing I would be strapped too. If I thought the old strap had lost its effectiveness, I was sorely mistaken. Accent on the word sorely. All landed across both cheeks soundly. When finished, including the 'one to grow on', my ass was crimson with the slowly fading strap marks in darker red. I faintly uttered 'Happy Birthday" as I stood. The traditional hug and thanks preceeded the dice roll. A two appeared, scheduling Monday for my next spanking. She just smiled saying it was a long weekend.

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