Painful Maintenance

Saturday, September 20, long overdue and painful, my maintenance spanking happened today late in the morning. Recently I have been extremely busy with building projects, family visits, and short trips. Today was a resting and recouping day assigned by Ms Mirage, my Dominant Mistress/Life Partner. Sleeping in a bit longer and a great breakfast kicked off a lazy day for us. Near 11am, she 'suggested' it may be a good time for my overdue maintenance spanking. She reinforced her 'suggestion' with the more direct words 'you NEED to be spanked'. Now I have not had a stitch of clothing on since stripping for a shower upon arriving home before dinner last night. So I tottered to the bedroom to find she had already set up the wedge pillow and placed a blindfold atop of it. I guess she did not want me to see the implements as she did not open the toy drawer until the blindfold was in place and I was draped over the pillow with bare ass presented to accept the spanking I knew I needed and was about to receive. I felt a few implements land on the bed and counted at least 4 of them. She immediately used both hands to spread my legs open about halfway to the max. I felt the warming oil being applied to my hanging cock and balls and finally to my asshole. The temperature of the skin was rising quickly when she began the bare hand warm up spanking. It was not long before the mild spanks became hard and soon my entire genital area and cheeks were quite warm. With the first strike of the leadoff implement, I could identify it. The sharp sting of the split leather English Tawse left no doubt.

Yelps were uncontrolable as she repeatedly struck the heavy split leather tails across both bare cheeks. Several horizontal swats gave way to shorter, more rapid strikes on a single cheek. Left one first and after about 20 or so, the right cheek got even. It was early in the maintenance session, but my eyes grew moist and I knew it would not be long before the blindfold would be absorbing many tears. The segment lasted about 5 minutes and I yelped freely, but did hold position fairly well. That segment with the tawse would stand alone as a spanking, but I knew there was more to come....much more. After another flurry of horizontal swats to end the segment, the slight pause was welcomed as she grasped the next implement. Again, after the first strike, I recognized the slap of the Belt.

The two inch wide leather lashed my bare ass with authority. The loud slap made from leather to flesh contact was drowned out by my yelp. Both cheeks burned with pain but it was of no deterant to the machine like delivery of the belt by Ms Mirage. For the first few minutes, I held position well, but finally began to squirm and soon I recoiled from the contact of the belt. The extra second or two for me to reposition caused a slight pause in her tempo. I presented my ass further out after resetting my feet and that submissive move was welcomed by an even harder set of lashes. She gave me a sound belting as tears soaked into the blindfold. The segment ended after several minutes and the pause to change implements was very quick. Again, the identy of the next implement was known immediately as the rope-like stings of the Loopy Johnny met my cheeks.

Pain was the factor of this maintenance session and the implements she chose were among the most painful. As the braided leather loop whipped my red ass, I graduated from a yelp to a howl with each each strike. Full tears died into the blindfold and howls filled the room. I was getting a very painful spanking and the heat off my cheeks was greater than the warming oil. My cock, balls and anus burned with heat, but nothing compared to the fuel the loopy johnny added to the fire on my ass cheeks. A few more minutes of the loopy johnny were about all I could stand. so I was very grateful when the assault slowed and ended. The string of leather implements was over, but certainly not the pain. To finish me and the session, she switched to another material and I knew its sting instantly. I had just been hit with the Rubber Paddle.

Given the red and thrashed condition of my ass, even a light or medium swat would have been quite painful.... but that was not her goal and she delivered a solid paddle swat to my left cheek. I howled and recoiled a lot. Several seconds later I was able to reposition to accept another. She was ready and unleashed an equally solid swat to my right cheek. That produced a like response on my part. Finally regaining my control, I presented my ass to her. She placed her hand on the small of my back as a signal to keep still. I gritted my teeth and told myself to stay in place. Then, I got paddled. A string of a bit lighter swats to each cheek was as painful as anyone could want. 5 to each set to alternating cheeks, but fairly quickly with no break. Perhaps 5 sets to each side before she quit, leaned over wnd whispered in my ear....'I love you cowboy'. I slowly stood and hugged her long and firmly. What a great maintenance spanking. I needed it and she delivered. My ass has seldom been so red and I knew sitting would be very uncomfortable, if even possible for the balance of the day.

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50 for Maintenance.

Wednesday, September 10, a 'fit in the schedule' maintenance session. Sometime during the mid morning hours, we were nearing the time of getting dressed to start some outdoor tasks and daily activities. I guess I mentioned it had been awhile since my last maintenance session. Right she agreed, let's do it right now. Instead of getting dressed, get over the pillow and I'll spank you. I hurried to obey and presented my ass while she got out some implements. The warm up was quick and with her bare hand. A few minutes of hand spanking and she was ready to take up the first of the implements.... The Flexible Leather Paddle.

I could readily see, this was going to be a short duration affair. No time to start off slow or build up intensity, the first swat was quite evident of that. Deliberate and hard swats continued to flow from the paddle to my ass. She altered the tareget from cheek to cheek and both together too. Flipping the two-sided paddle often, I got a good dose of the fur side thud and the smooth leather side sting. Holding position was easy so far, but I knew I have much more to come. She paddled both cheeks, separately and together with a steady cadence while I fought back yelps and tears. The paddling stopped as abruptly as it started and as she put down the paddle I heard her say, almost to herself, that's 50. No pause at all as she grasped the second spanking toy... The Leather Strap.

I really must find some time to finish the new strap, but meanwhile, this 'old reliable' will continue to strap my ass in fine fashion. Just as with the paddle, it landed hard and steady. Lash after lash stung my flesh and I'm sure left my cheeks quite red. Soon there was no more holding back the yelp after each lash and tears leaked thru squinted eyes. I did manage to hold still while she strapped my bare ass. Today was maintenance day, it was overdue and I needed a good spanking. I was determined to take the spanking she was delivering. The leather landed high on my cheeks and all the way down to the crease. I was not counting, but felt she had reached the 50 number when she stopped. Not including the brief warm up, I had taked 100 hard swats and still had 50 more to come from The Broad Sword Paddle.

With its wide spanking surface, heavy latigo leather encasing a steel spine, this implement was designed and built to deliver maximum pain to a vulnerable bare ass. Mine was the intended target and Ms Mirage was determined to carry out its goal. Its first contact opened my eyes wide allowing tears to fall and opened my mouth for a loud howl to exit. In complete irony, to told myself...only 49 to go!!! She drew back and let it fly again, smacking my ass with much the same result. After about 20 or so I began to squirm and had to reposition after each succeeding swat. I gamely stuck my ass out to accept the paddling I knew I needed. Time passed and the number rose slow and steady while the soreness went deeper into the tissue of my cheeks. When it ended, she stated softly, 50 with each and left the room after I thanked her with hugs and kisses. I covered my red, sore ass with clothing and went about my days tasks with the satisfaction of knowing I had been soundly and justly spanked for maintenance.

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Labor Day Equals Spanking Day

Monday, September 1, Labor Day. Spanked as a welcome to a new month and the unofficial end of the summer season. Way past our normal interval, due to a very busy time of year for us. Every day is full and evenings find us tired and just willing to relax for a few hours. Today, last of the 3-day Holiday weekend, found me up at 6, brewing coffee and getting ready to prepare and serve breakfast.... my normal morning routine. Serving the fresh coffee in bed, and enjoying the planning of our day, we both realized how much time has elasped since I had been spanked. She told me right after breakfast to return to the bedroom, take my position as I was getting a good holiday maintenance spanking. My excitement level rose, but I contained myself thru the breakfast prep and meal. I cleaned the dishes and straightened up the kitchen a bit before finding my way back to the bedroom. I found she had prepared the room with the wedge pillow in place and 4 inplements along side. Also the blindfold was on the pillow, as directed, I donned the blindfold and draped myself over the pillow with my bare ass presented. It was several minutes before I heard her enter and begin to administer much awaited spanking. The warm up was as usual with many mild spanks turning my cheeks pink and warm. About two minutes of a hard hand spanking followed the warm up and my ass absorbed the short hand spanking. Now, on to the spanking implements, first up was the Flogger.

Used just recently it must have been on top in the the toy drawer and the long leather falls began to flog me from shoulders to mid thigh. The first minute felt quite nice, but as the minutes passed the effects of the repeated flogging began to sting my flesh. Shortening her motion, the tips of the flogger were concentrated on my ass and she struck hard, fast and long to really turn the tenderized skin quite sore. My legs were forced open more with her hands during a short pause before the underhand strokes with the flogger found their new target.... my exposed hanging family jewels. She flogged my balls as I winced but held position and took the abuse to my tender areas. A few hard downward lashes made sure my ass was not neglected, but the main focus was the good flogging of my balls and anus. Winding down the session, she patted my cheeks with her hand and told me I was now going to get spanked. She picked up the next weapon of ass destruction.... The Belt.

A traditional implement in the hands of a qualified Dominatrix had one goal...to spank my ass. Standing at my left side, she lashed both cheeks with a hard horizontal stroke. I yelped. She lined up and delivered another, then another and yet another, continuing on for several minutes. A change of her stance allowed her to lash each cheek separately with forehand and backhand motions. More minutes passed and stance was again changed back to my left hip. More horizontal lashes were causing me to squirm after each yelp. Knowing my role, I quickly repositioned after each lash, presenting my ass as if to say 'thank you Ma'am and may I have another'. She had no problem delivering lash after lash until my cheeks were ablaze and tears were welling up in my eyes. A pause to change implements reminded me I still had two toys to go. Still blindfolded, I had no knowledge she had picked up The Purse Paddle.

The smooth cherry wood paddle felt cool against my hot flesh as she placed it centered on my right cheek, drew back and let fly a hard swat that rattled my teeth. A loud smack echoed in the room followed closely by an even louder howl from me. I recoiled but quickly reset my stance to accept another. A few seconds later I felt the paddle placed against my left cheek. I knew what was to follow and braced for the second hard swat from that little painful devil. The loud smack, the louder howl and the pain shot thru me again and again as minutes passed and the slow methodical paddling unfolded. Tears were flowing and my cheeks were crimsom, I'm sure the ash white areas were showing as she soundly paddled my ass. As the segment ground to a halt, I felt exhausted. She again patted my ass with her bare hand while saying 'One more to go, cowboy', as she picked up the final implement...The Rubber Paddle.

I felt weak as I presented my ass to meet one of our worst spanking implements. Contrary to the slow tempo of the purse paddle, she unleashed a rapid fire barrage of swats to my left cheek. About 20 or so swats landed and with no pause the target was moved to my right cheek to light it on fire. Howling and tears all the way thru, it took all I could muster to hold position, yet I knew the segment had just begun. After that burst ended, she went right back to the opposite cheek for another rapid fire paddling. I don't know how she could keep up the pace nor how I could have absorbed that level of pain as she repeadly switched from cheek to cheek to paddle me for several more minutes. The heat and pain billowed off my ass for the next few minutes. My knees nearly buckled when she reach around to remove the tear soaked blindfold. My maintenance spanking was over. I needed her help to stand up and I hugged, kissecd and thanked her for a way over due spanking.

So very sorry readers for the long delay in posting this episode. With the amount of work still to be done before our Florida winter stay and my Brother due to arrive soon, I can't say when the next session will take place. However, this gives all of you a lot of time to leave a question or comment or both. Your answers will appear as quickly as I can. Always a treat for other readers, your input is a valuable part of the success of this blog. Until next time, thanks for your support.

Morning Maintenance

Sunday, August 24, before breakfast, both nude, bare ass spanking. Not quite a week since the previous maintenance session, we talked about it last night, but the evening got by us. Not so today, I brought morning coffee as is my normal act. We chatted and finished our cups. Usually I brush her hair at this point and then start the breakfast meal. She slid more toward the middle of the headboard and patted her thighs. I guess l looked at her oddly because she abruptly said in a more commanding voice...'hurry up, over my lap, ass up, you're getting spanked'. I scurried to comply and I as lowered myself over her lap, she parted her thighs just a bit. The anatomy lined up perfectly and as I settled in she crossed her ankles. I was now in her thigh 'cock lock' and unable to move with my bare ass high and vulnerable. Two implements must have been hidden somewhere as they suddenly appeared. There was no escape and I was about to be spanked with bare hand, the small hair brush and flexible leather paddle.

Mild spanks began the warm up and heated my cheeks nicely after a few minutes. Soon the spanks increased in both tempo and force. Sometimes she used both hands and spanked hard. Both full cheeks were now red and very warm. Lifting and pulling the full cheek toward my hips, exposed the crease and the bare hand attack went there. The tender area got spanked at length before moving to the other crease. More minutes passed, both cheeks and both sitspots glowed with pink hot flesh. Not missing a swat, the target was lowered to my upper thighs. Painting both red and adding heat to the entire area had me squirming, but the cock lock prevented any movement. She parted my legs to expose my anus and balls. Both got spanked soundly as I yelped. A quick trip for the bare hands back to both cheeks before the leather paddle saw its first action. Hard swats gretted each cheek in an alternating format. Single swats to each side gave way to bursts of 5 or more on each cheek. A quick tempo had me again trying to squirm. Nothing doing, I was forced to take the spanking. Striking full cheeks, sit spots and thighs, there was no area left unspanked. After minutes passed, she changed over to the small hair brush. That little devel really hurts. Long bursts of rapid fire hard strikes landed on one cheek. I would guess 30 or more swats before the brush went for the opposite cheek. Each side of my ass got several visits from the small hair brush. My head overhung the edge of the bed and yelps were quite loud. Thru squinted eyes I could see tear drops falling all the way to the floor. She rested the hair brush, but not the spanking as her bare hands quickly began spanking me again. Several minutes more before the paddle made its encore. More hard leather paddle strikes rained down on my immobile ass. Even the hair brush returned to deposit many more hard bursts of rapid fire swats. Yet another bare hand spanking prolonged my agony. I was being spanked and powerless to prevent it. She picked up the brush again and gave me several hards swats on each cheek. Then she used her left hand to spred my cheeks further. Flipping the brush over she used the very short and coarse bristles to go after my anus. She scoured the tender flesh until I felt it was raw. Not finished she treated the back of my balls to the same scouring as I was howling and tearing. Placing the brush down, she kept my cheeks open and then bare hand spanked the inflamed skin of my asshole and balls. Some sensual squeezing ended the long and different maintenance spanking. She released the pressure in her legs and I slid out of the cock lock and could move again. I was exhausted and simply curled up and cuddled with her and gave thanks for a great maintenance session.

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Leather x3 for Maintenance

Monday, August 18, a full 10 days had passed since my last maintenance session. Days were busy, weather was hot, Ms Mirage was a bit down with tummy and head problems. This was compounded by the 90 plus degree heat and high humidity, but this morning seemed different. She was up soon after I made coffee. We chatted during our morning coffee in bed and I proceeded to prep and serve breakfast. I had it ready and she emerged from the bedroom, bed was made and the wedge pillow in place. We finished breakfast and I cleaned up the kitchen. Telling me she felt much better and I was way overdue, heightened my excitement. Words to the effect of 'you need to be spanked, if you are ready, go get in position' caused my direct trip to the bedroom. Finding the pillow in place and three leather implements at the ready, pushed me over the pillow, legs spread a bit and ass stuck out. She entered, turned on some music and immediately began a mild hand spanking for a warm up. The tempo slowly increased as did the warmth and color of my cheeks. The warm up morphed into a hand spanking that was meangingful. Solid spanks landed quickly and effectively as she covered both cheeks. Minutes later the barrage slowed and she paused to grasp the first of the leather implements by my side. The lead off device was the Riding Bat.

A swish thru the air warned me the first strike was only a second or two away. The next swich was closely followed by the sharp sting in the center of my right cheek. The bat was being used as a short whip with only the wide leather tip making skin contact. Each strike resulted in a red mark, a yelp and the sting of an angry hornet. Soon my entire cheeks were spotted with red marks and stung like fire. She moved her target a bit lower and stung the crease and upper thighs. Several minutes dragged by as the bat whipped my ass. Another trip from the top of the cheeks to mid thigh had me yelping, but holding position for her to deliver a good segment. At last the final sting was applied and she picked up the next implement...The Leather Belt.

Still one of my favorite implements, the belt, 2 inch wide, thick leather, mounted on a cherry wood handle. Remembering the feeling after my Dad would use his belt for serious discipline spankings, but that feeling was many minutes away as I felt the first lash from the doubled leather. A hard horizontal strike across both cheeks. Needless to say, many more followed complete with sufficient yelping and slight movement as I absorbed the pain delivered by the leather belt. I could feel my eyes welling up while she changed position and stood directly behind me. Unleashing an assault of side to side lashes, each landing solidly on alternating bare cheeks. One after the other, my cheeks took the backhand and forehand strikes from this implement. Both sides of my ass were ablaze with heat and pain when my squinted eyes could no longer hold out and full tears broke thru and rolled down my face. Changing her stance again, the hard horizontal lashes struck both cheeks as I howled. Reliving the post parental punishment feeling again, I felt very well spanked. But I was not released and would now have to endure The Broad Sword Paddle.

Wide thick doubled leather, sourrounding a steel spine, short handle and a large 4 inch by 14 inch striking area adaquately describes this formittible spanking implement. It can deliver a solid painful swat, covering both cheeks with ease. That seemed to be her goal as the first strike landed hard on my ass. Quickly processing the impact I proudly presented my ass for the next and succeeding swats. As rhythic and steady as oncoming ocean waves, the heavy paddle struck. Squarly on both cheeks, producing a loud yelp and fresh tears, the paddle was making a statement. Minute after minute passed as I got paddled hard and kept presenting my ass for more. Finally she paused and told me my cheeks were very red. I replied 'OK, that is a good thing', She told me, yes it is a good thing and gave me another burst of paddle swats before helping me up. The 3-implement, 20 plus minute maintenance session was over. I thanked her and put the toys and pillow away.

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Welcome Home...Bare Your Ass

Friday, August 8, nice to travel but good to be home and spanked over your own bed. She must have had that thought on Friday morning. We arrived late in the afternoon on Thursday and after unpacking and a hurried dinner, I left for a club meeting. She had turned in before I arrived home, so I had a beer and went to bed. Next morning was uneventful as I made and served coffee in bed and as usual brushed her hair before preparing breakfast for both of us. After the morning meal, I was clearing the dishes and swiping the kitchen. She used that time to make the bed (usually my chore) and set up the wedge pillow with 4 implements along side. I had slipped on a pair of shorts (commando) to attend something outdoors. When I returned she mentioned how good it felt to be home. I agreed saying how comfortable I feel here. She then told me to go to the bedroom, take off those shorts and bend over the pillow. I was getting a good spanking. Once in position I got a nice bare hand warm up. She spanked soft and slow to start but before long a good spanking was taking place. We were in no hurry and she slowly opened my legs a bit and spanked my inner cheeks, inner thighs and anus before reaching for the first implement. The Leather Strap.

The same old leather strap can still mean business if she desired. Today, she strapped slowly while increasing the force over time. She had my entire ass, and thighs to cover and was in no rush. Strapping with a horizontal motion, every inch of exposed skin felt the sting of the leather. Several minutes later she was finishing up my left cheek and said how nice this was. I wiggled my ass in acknowledgment and she upped the force and covered the area again. My ass was red and quite warm when she finally lashed the strap across both cheeks for the final time and patted me gently. "How about a little paddling" she said as she picked up the Flexible Leather Paddle. I wiggled again.

She swatted hard and it stung sharply. The leather paddle was bringing the session to a bit more serious tone. Not a punishment atmosphere, but meaningful for sure. A quicker tempo paddled both cheeks together and one at a time. Both thighs got their just swats and I began to yelp some. She paused and stroked both cheeks with her hand. I guess she was satisfied and went back to paddling me hard. Several more minutes told me again, there was no hurry and this session may last quite some time. I could feel my eyes welling up and soon tears would form. Sure enough, a few minutes later my squinted eyes could not longer hold the tears and they leaked out and rolled down my face. She wound up the long paddling segment and reached for another implement. The Pussy Whips.

Two Delrin shafts about 16 inches long topped off with rubber tassels about 5 inches in length. The flexible shaft with its length gives the tassels the ability to strike with good force. Not a high impact device, but the tassels do sting quite well. She used both together, one in each hand, to cover my ass with rapid swats. The sound is much like the steel brush a drummer uses on a snare drum. They are a good implement to use when noise is a factor. A quick pause saw her open my legs to expose the more tender areas of my inner cheeks. Changing her stance and using only one device, she swung vertically from the small of my back. With perfect aim she struck inner cheeks and stung my asshole. Lowering her swing, the ends of the tassels curled under and whipped my balls. I was yelping and tearing but held position while she assaulted my tender areas before going back to whipping my cheeks. A few minutes later she ended the segment and picked up the final implement....The Hair Brush.

A solid wood backed brush, a traditional spanking implement, was now in her hand. This session was pleasant to begin with, slowly grew in intensity and employed a different device, but now, plain and simple... I was going to be SPANKED !!! My ass was red and warmed, in position, and she wasted no time in applying the hair brush. Rhythmic swating on both cheeks commenced and continued until both cheeks were well spanked. I was howling, tears were flowing as she angled her swings a bit upward, targeting the crease between cheek and thigh. A long segment finally wound down several minutes later. She had covered my thighs and worked her way upward again to full cheeks and spanked them again to finish off. Before helping me up, she leaned over and wispered 'welcome home big boy'. I stood and thanked her verbably and with a generous hug and kisses. I put away the toys and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My ass was ablaze with color and pain, but I was wearing a hugh smile.

Thanks to all readers for sticking with the blog during our extended trip and time away. All questions about the trip or its spankigs will be answered. Comments too are encouraged. I can't say when the next spanking will occur, so stop back often to get my responses to your input. It is fun for everyone. See you right after the next time I am spanked for maintenance.

Spanked on the High Seas

At Sea: July 27 - August 2. I know this posting is very late and we have been off the ship over a week now, but not at home until Thursday August 7. It has been several days since then and I deserve to be spanked for the further delay. I have been and that episode will follow this posting. The cruise was OK but not without a few rough spots. Our accommodations were not as we anticipated and separate small cabins, not adjoining or even next door left no provisions for group spankings as we had hoped. I do know Joe was spanked in their cabin and Ms Mirage did spank me in ours. The first was on Tuesday July 29 in the morning. We were at the breakfast buffet by 7am and finished just before 8:30am. Our cabin steward had been instructed to make up our cabin between 8 and 9 am, so we knew we had only a short time before he was done. We took a walk around the ships walking/running track for a few laps and got back to the room about 9:30am. He had completed his tasks and was way down the hall when we entered. She told me it had been a while and I needed a good spanking, so get out of my clothing. I complied and took position over two pillows on the edge of our bed. We had only brought a few short handle implements on board. She got out the Flexible Leather Paddle.

After a quick bare hand spanking for warm up, she began to paddle me at a quick pace. She did not seem at all concerned about the fairly loud slapping sound produced when smooth leather meets bare flesh. My muffled yelps died into the bed as I lie face planted with ass high. Nothing fancy, just a solid paddling. We knew we did not have much time and after the final 20 or so extra hard strokes landed, the slapping sound and my audible reports faded. She inspected my ass and patted me to signify her satisfaction and for me to rise and get dressed again. The next opportunity was the following morning, Wednesday, July 30. We were a bit later waking up and she said I was getting another spanking today, but before breakfast. She must have planned this in advance because the short Hairbrush was already in the side table drawer.

She motioned me over her lap before getting up and I knew an OTK spanking was about to begin. While getting into position, she opened her thighs a bit and as I lowered myself into position, my cock fell nicely between her legs. Closing her thighs and crossing her legs at the ankle securely locked my cock and anchored me immobile for a good spanking. A very quick bare hand warm up as all that was needed as my cheeks may still have been warm from yesterday, I know they were still pink. Soon the full blown hand spanking commenced. My ass was unable to move and took a good spanking before she grasped the hairbrush. Yelps sounded and tears formed as that solid little cherry wood backed brush spanked me at length. Only a small striking surface caused her to use many swats to cover all of my ass and upper thighs. Our steward is always prompt, so we had little time to spank, get dressed and vacate the cabin before 8 am. I ate breakfast in the buffet on a very very sore ass. The next day we had a shore excursion and did not return to the ship until dinnertime. After dinner our friends had wanted to see a show, but we retired to our cabin. "Off with your clothes" she ordered. "You're getting another spanking". She retrieved the last of the implements, the Rubber Paddle.

I obeyed and took position. Humorously thinking I was glad it was not a nude cruise and at least my cheeks were not sunburned at all. Still sore for the prior two days of spanking, I presented my ass. If there was a warm up, I missed it. The paddle landed and I recoiled from the impact. She paddled in a steady rhythem as yelps followed and tears flowed. I was hoping our over responsible cabin steward was not about to knock on our door to see if we needed anything. All he would see is my bright red ass bent over the bed and being paddled...I needed nothing else. A few minutes later she paused to ask if I felt well spanked. Of course I answered "yes Ma'am". Without speaking she answered with about 15 more hard swats. After helping up up and me kissing her with a tear streaked face, she joked that spanking may have to hold me until we return. I did sit geingerly for the remainder of the time at sea. We left the ship on Sunday morning and spent the day returning to their home and unpacking. We dined out as there were not many groceries in the house. Marie was off the next day and we decided to go to the Jersey shore for a beach day. Monday was perfect day and we enjoyed a full day at Seaside NJ. A good chicken dinner was digested before the gals must have decided it was going to be awhile before we were together again. That meant only one thing.... the boys needed another good spanking. Down to the basement dungeon we went, were stripped and bound into vulnerable positions. Joe on the spanking bench and I standing, blindfolded, legs spread and wrists bound to the ceiling. I could not see Joe, but I experienced a full session from both ladies featuring nipple torment, a bit of CBT and a long spanking. Near midnight we all fell into a deep sleep. We left mid-morning and headed for a train museum and fan trip over the next few days.

Sorry for the long delay in posting this episode, readers. I do thank and appreciate you all. Questions and comments are very welcome and in fact encouraged. I can tell you I have been spanked since then and there will be another episode very soon. Still time for your questions and comments on the cruise and days prior and after. Let's hear for you.