Sunday, April 23.  After a planned 3 day excursion, Sunday evening rolled around and a maintenance spanking was due in accordance with the dice roll of last Tuesday.  She had chosed 4 implements and was in position when I was summoned to join her.  I was directed to position myself in the manner she has become to like.  Let's call it the modified wheelbarrow position as I lie prone between her legs while she sits on the bed against the headboard.  Now with my ass in its supported, spread open and immobile position, she began to spank.  First the bare hands, now counted as the fifth implement, began their warm up.  Many spanks later, the warm up had accomplished it task, but the hands continued to spank faster and harder.  Not real hard but past the warm up stage.  The leather slapper brought it's stinging smacks and the cheeks got redder.  Mostly moderate strokes but some hard ones mixed in.  Unable to move, there was no choice but to accept the next toy.  In this case it was the hairbrush.  It spanked with meaning for many minutes.  Again with mostly medium strokes with several hard ones sprinkled in.  My yelps were heard, but the hairbrush spanked on and on.  The next toy, the riding crop was not very effective in this position, but that did not deter her from applying  numerous strokes.  The length of the device make solid smacks difficult to land.  Noticing this, she changed to the wood paddle.  This implement made up for it by delivering a sound paddling for many minutes.  This came to an end as my pillow was being moistened by tears. Thinking the spanking was over, I was about to crawl out of position when the hands struck again.  Mostly hard this time, but for a shorter time.  Soon I realized what was occurring, each implement was taking another turn.  Not in the same order nor tempo.  Each toy had a rapid fire hard string included in its turn.  The hairbrush, slapper, paddle and hands did not rest after one additional episode.  Several turns of each implement made my cheeks redder and more sore along with louder yelps and more tears.  When she called a halt, I had to muster enough strength to slid out of position while my ass enjoyed the resprit.

A dice roll was friendly as a six was thrown, so next Sunday is the next maintenance day.  Stop in then for the report of that episode.  Meanwhile, thanks for reading and feel free to ask questions or leave comments. All will be answered.