Monday, July 29, Maintenance Day.  As reported last week, Monday evening we are booked, so when the dice scheduled today for the next maintenance spanking, it was agreed either Sunday night or another morning spanking would be the answer.  Well, Monday morning rolled around and the toys came out prior to leaving bed.  I had made and served the coffee but before brushing her hair, she directed me to position myself over her lap and present my ass for a spanking.  She had the flexible leather paddle, the leather slapper and a hairbrush at the ready as I obeyed her directive.  This modified OTK position left my cheeks immobile, high and unprotected.  There was no formal warm up or even order to the proceedings as the toys warmed and reddened my ass.  No pauses or breaks as the spanks rained down is no particular format. Hard, soft, medium, fast, slow, everything mixed together.  She even opened my legs a bit to expose and strike inner cheeks and thighs.  After many minutes the onslaught began to take its toll on my bare flesh.  After about 20 minutes, she slightly pushed me off a bit.  I tried to get up thinking it was over.  Not yet, she said....wheelbarrow position.  Obeying I spread my legs and straddled her thighs, knees back against the headboard and head between her ankles.  Now I was immobile and more vulnerable than before.  Once again the toys began their assault on my ass with an extended target.  Paddle and slapper covered my cheeks with strikes while the hairbrush took aim on the freshly exposed anus and balls.  Spanking me soundly and interjecting CBT, my yelps and moans turned to howls.  The bare hand used like before added their destruction to my asshole and balls.  Turning the brush over, the short coarse bristles scrubbed the tender and now pink areas.  Flipping it back over, the brush crashed into my sore and red cheeks for several minutes.  More spanking, more scrubbing, more CBT left me limp like a wet rag before she finally called a halt.  I checked the clock to see a full 45 minutes had expired as I slowly climbed off the bed.  I still had to brush her hair before rolling the dice.  The result favored me with a '5' meaning next Sunday will be another maintenance spanking.

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Monday, July 22, spanked for maintenance.  A long restful sleep after the drive on Sunday finally ended hearing the rain fall on Monday morning.  I won't go into detail on the things we don't discuss here, but before we left the bed, she mentally decided the maintenance spanking would be carried out.  I lay flat on the bed face down while she found two implements in the toy drawer.  Sunday was her birthday and I always accept her birthday spanking.  I figured that was coming.  The doubled belt landed first squarely on both cheeks.  One, I counted to myself and kept silently counting until I reached the number of strokes equal to her years on the planet. (I'll never tell).  However the belting continued without hesitation.  I lost count as I was surprised at the proceedings.  I estimated about 100 strokes before it halted for a bit while she changed implements.  Now I was really confused as the discipline stick was in her hand and poised to strike my ass.  The discipline stick is a toy I made myself expressly for the punishment for swearing.  It is basically wood about 16 inches long not including the handle and about an inch and half wide.  It is close to half and inch thick, so there is no give when it strikes.  It delivers a very painful swat which is why she used it for swearing and believe me it worked.  It has not been used in quite some time as my language has vastly improved due to the effectivness of this implement.  Why was it out now for this situation?  I had no time to ponder the answer as it struck both red cheeks with a solid smack.  Again I counted to myself thinking this must be the birthday strokes.  Yelping and tearing, I again reached the birthday number, but the spanking went on.  Again, I estimated about 100 strokes.  Pausing she massaged my ass nicely and even kissed one cheek.  I thought what a nice finish.  A fleeting thought as the belt landed again and again.  Much fewer strokes and I would guess about fifty.  Once again the discipline stick struck.  Yelps turned to howls as I lie immobile as my ass took the fifty strokes.  She said she felt that was enough given the only one day of rest since the party.  She rolled me over and again we drifted off to things not talked about here.  When dice time came around, the spanking Gods smiled upon me as a '6' appeared.  Next Monday is spanking day.  She reminded me of our Monday night weekly appointment saying it may be another morning spanking or Sunday night.  I agreed.

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Saturday, July 20, Maintenance Day at the Spanking Party.  A bit late in reporting, but here goes.  We arrived on Friday and the host couple and us had some spanking fun that night.  Saturday was a slow day as temps reached the high 90's.  That did not deter us from another round of pre-party spankings.  Both ladies took turns at both he and I as we took spankings for about 90 minutes.  We learned a few folks had cancelled so the attendance shrank to 7.  When all had arrived, we snacked and conversed until the clothes came off and the fun began.  There were only 3 males and 4 Dominant ladies.  A round robin started the evening as the men rotated over the 4 laps in a circle.  We went around twice, so each gal go to spank each male twice before we all moved to the basement dungeon.  The three of us were each bound in position as the gals then did the rotating.  I started standing with wrists bound in cuffs above my head.  Another sub on the table with wedge pillow elevating his bare target.  The third placed and bound on the spanking bench.  While the gals rotated, spanking each of us, the 4th lady rotated in the opposite direction, giving each male a time being double teamed.  They spread my legs to access my dangling parts while another spanked and paddled my ass.  After each lady had made the circuit twice, it was time to move the subs.  I moved to the table as the other two moved from table to bench and bench to standing.  I had just got into position over the wedge with ass high, when I felt my ankles being spread and bound.  A crop stung both cheeks from the left side while the other lady flogged my balls and anus.  Again each Dominant made two trips to each sub getting assistance during the double teaming time.  For the next sub move, I wound up on the bench, bound and blindfolded.  A solid spanking with different implements was joined by aggressive tipple torment while I lie immobile accepting whatever the ladies had in mind.  After each had two sessions with all the men, we broke for a wonderful meal.  Shrimp, pulled pork and several sides comprised of the fine food, we all devoured.  Back to the dungeon for a final two hour session.  We adopted the same format as before.  When it was my turn to stand, I was blindfolded again with legs spread.  A wooden spoon cradled my cock and balls while lifting them to be spanked with a riding bat.  This accompanied  a sound paddling of my ass.  Moving to the table, one gal spanked by balls while the other stood at the head of the table and lashed my cheeks with a strap.  The time on the bench was not better.  After being bound and blindfolded again, clamps were placed on nipples, and balls.  During the paddling, the clamps were removed with strokes from a flogger.  The other guys fared no better as I could hear giggles from the gals and yelps from the boys.  All in all, a great party and we crashed soon after the guests left.  Sunday morning, she had me toss the dice and it came up a '1'.  That was yesterdays roll she stated, so Monday at home you will be spanked again.  We left about noon and the four hour drive was anything but comfortable on my well spanked ass.

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Sunday, July 14, Maintenance Day.   Sunday spanking was due and there was never any doubt it would occur.  First thing this morning, as I was serving her morning coffee in bed, she reached over and patted my bare ass and slyly whispered 'tonight'.  Later while standing at the sink, still nude cleaning breakfast dishes, she rubbed my cheeks saying, 'this will be fun later'.  Just before getting dressed for the day, a playful bare butt slap landed and I heard, 'these will be red later'.  Other remarks were dropped throughout the day reminding me of the impending maintenance spanking I was to receive.  After work and a shower, I remained nude for dinner and the evening.  Around 9 pm, she smiled and said 'time for a spanking'.  Leaning over the edge of the bed I saw 4 implements and knew it was leather night.  Only the wood hair brush stood out among the leather slapper, doubled belt and steel reinforced leather paddle.  I had no idea what she had planned was to be short and hard.  The slapper led off with a warm up.  Quite short as very soon a hard slap cracked across my cheeks.  In no time it was repeated and again in quick tempo another swat.  Very hard slaps were stinging my ass as I held position.  Without missing a beat the doubled belt was swung with authority and met my cheeks with a loud smack producing a yelp.  Again in the same rhythm, the hard belting continued.  Long enough to cover both cheeks at once, I was absorbing a solid belt spanking.  The hair brush was next in line and she used the bristle side to scrub the entire area of already red, tender skin.  Flipping it over, the real hair brush segment took off.  Quick hard strokes on alternating cheeks had me yelping, squirming and tearing.  A brief pause while she pulled my hips back a bit further protruding my ass for a better target.  Her bare hand enjoyed the presented cheeks and spanked hard in the same fast tempo.  Finally, the last implement found its way into her hand.  The leather paddle has a rib of steel to keep it rigid.  Just as long as the belt, it covers my ass in one swat.  The yelps turned to howls and the tears flowed as she paddled hard and fast.  But it was not the final segment after all.  The slapper came back for an encore.  Then the belt again as well as the hairbrush.  Another adjustment before the bare hand spanked again....harder than the first time.  Don't forget the paddle will strike again, I thought.  How could I forget as the leather slammed into my deep red and sore cheeks over and over.  When she did let me up she said you did well.  After warm up, you took two segments of each implement for twenty five hard strokes with no break for 20 minutes.  My short and hard maintenance spanking was over.  I padded to the mirror and stuck my ass out to view the damage.  I returned and she handed me the dice.  I asked if I was to be spanked again before next weekends spanking party.  We'll see she said as I tossed the cube.  A 5 appeared meaning next Saturday.  That is the party date I said.  Not to worry, she said, you're being spanked Friday and Sunday as well.

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Thursday, July 11, Spanked for Maintenance.  According to the roll of the dice after the last maintenance spanking, today was the scheduled day to be spanked again.  There was no doubt as early this morning she reminded me that today was maintenance day.  Again after dinner she gave me the choice...dessert then spanking or spanking then dessert.  I chose dessert first.  The peach cobbler was superb and with its finish she simply said go and prepare to be spanked.  Entering the bedroom I saw a blindfold and 4 spanking implements.  Prior to the blindfold going on I eyed the doubled leather belt, the steel reinforced leather paddle, the narrow hairbrush and the fly swatter.  This is a toy left here in the north so it has not been used in quite awhile.  Blindfolded and presenting my ass for her, I took position.  Hardly any time passed before I felt the doubled belt begin the warm up of my cheeks.  As normally happens, light strokes at the start before slowly increasing in both intensity and speed.  I winced a few times as the strokes began to take their toll.  It was not long before the belt was lashing bare cheeks with conviction.  I could tell my skin was not only warm but turning a nice red color.  The fly swatter relieved the belt.  This toy looks much like its name, a black plastic handle with the striking surface shaped like a open human palm.  Used in rapid fire tempo, it covered my ass with stinging blows for several minutes.  Then, much like she uses the riding bat, placing it between my thighs and tapping back and forth between them as a signal to spread my legs.  I obeyed and the tapping continued, I spread further, but the tapping went on some more.  I spread as far as possible, exposing inner cheeks and asshole.  Then the swatter was used in uppercut motion to slap my swinging balls and dangling cock.  I yelped with each strike as the torment went on.  More strikes on my cheeks landed before she moved to the next implement.  I could feel the moisture on the inside of the blindfold as tears formed and were absorbed.  The narrow hairbrush made its entry with sound smacks to the newly exposed areas, sit spots and upper inner thighs.  After some characteristic and perfectly aimed strokes hit the inner cheeks and anus with loud yelps following each, she flipped the brush over.  The short course bristles were dragged over my balls and anus until they were bright red as I wailed out in agony.  Along came the bare hand which spanked and spanked everywhere.  Full cheeks, inner cheeks, asshole, upper things, sit spots, everything was getting a good spanking.  Totally spread made me nearly immobile as she slapped my hanging balls side to side as fast a boxer on a speed bag.  I thought it would never cease, but when it did there was no relief. The steel reinforced paddle came on for a long hard traditional paddling.  Long enough to cover both cheeks at once, the implement crashed into my ass repeatedly for many minutes.  Nothing fancy, just hard strokes over and over as yelps turned to howls.  Feeling the spanking was over when the paddling stopped, I heard the toy drawer open as she was getting another toy.  A sound stinging swat told me it was wood.  Many more strokes landed and I could never identify the paddle.  I never saw it as it went back to the drawer before she removed my blindfold and spread warming oil on my red and sore ass cheeks.  The warming continued to hot as she was performing CBT and nipple torment with both hands.  She allowed the oil to come to a burning sensation as my cock, balls and nipples were being pulled, slapped, squeezed and pinched for several minutes.  Finally, lotion relieved the burning of the oil and the CBT ended.  The session completed with a loving hug and deep passionate kiss.  I tossed the dice and when a '2' appeared, she said...ah, Sunday you are mine again for another maintenance spanking.

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Spanking Party, June 22, Maintenance Spanking.  Where to begin.  I guess with an explanation for not reporting in so long.  We left Tennessee on Thursday, June 20, spent the night in Virginia and arrived in the Northeast for the spanking party on Friday, the 21st.  Staying at our friends and the hosts for the party, we enjoyed each others company after not seeing one another for about 8 months.  Enjoyed a very nice dinner and returned to their home early enough for the ladies to direct he and I to report to the dungeon stripped and ready to be spanked.  They each dominated and spanked us with numerous implements and various positions for about an hour and a half before we all headed off to bed.  Saturday, we rested, chatted, shopped and made ready for the party.  Seeing we had time they again stripped us and spanked our bare asses for about an hour as a pre-party warm up.  As guests arrived, it was obvious a great dinner awaited everyone.  We all dined to our content before the word was given for all subs to get nude for the opening 'round robin' spanking.  Placed over the lap of one of the 8 female spankers, each male went lap to lap until all got a good spanking from each of the ladies.  Someone yelled round two and we each visited every gal for another bare ass spanking.  Then as normally happens, each spanker selects a sub and finds a station either upstairs or in the basement dungeon for a long spanking session.  Moving from one to another, each spanker delivered spankings to every submissive for the rest of the evening.  Hours later, folks seemed to drift to the kitchen for a snack followed by more spankings.  As guests ambled out, the four of us relaxed for a bit and enjoyed good conversation.  Knowing we had to leave early on Sunday, the hosts suggested another spanking before bed.  Once again, we were stripped and brought to the dungeon.  They rotated us on all the equipment and both of them spanked us for another solid hour.  Finally we all turned in and we left early the next morning.  Another spanking party had served as my maintenance spanking.

We got to New York and unpacked and opened the house.  Lots to do to a home that has been unoccupied for over 16 months.  Water issues and all were solved in a few days and we had a wedding to attend the following weekend.  Friday, Saturday and Sunday went by with dear friends and a very nice weekend wedding.  Monday and Tuesday sped by and we knew we had to leave Thursday for the July 4 weekend camping trip with family.  Knowing no spanking could occur during that time, on Wednesday, she determined a quick maintenance was necessary.  After a fast warm up, she delivered 50 strokes with each of four implements.  The doubled belt, hairbrush, riding bat and big wood paddle.  Two hundred hard strokes from the evil four turned my cheeks crimson in nothing flat.  Morning and leaving would arrive soon so we turned in.  My red and warm ass cheeks felt great sliding in on cool crisp sheets and sleep was immediate.

Today, Sunday, July 7, we arrived home and again began to unpack.  She told me I was being spanked tonight for maintenance.  The day went quickly and dinner was upon us before we knew it.  After dinner she decided to use the rerun of the afternoon ball game to direct my maintenance spanking.  Two good teams were playing so I guess we anticipated many strokes.  Nothing in the top half of the first inning, but the Rays collected 4 hits and two runs and I presented my ass and received 65 strokes from the doubled belt.  The Yanks got a home run in their half of the second and the purse paddle met my cheeks 20 times as the result. After only two innings I had been swatted 85 times.  I felt I was in for a long night.  Both pitchers settled down and there was to be no more scoring for the balance of the game.  Every inning however produced hits and caused strokes to be given after each one.  At games end, the purse paddle and doubled belt had combined for 155 hard strokes.  Rolling a 3 means on Thursday I will submit to another maintenance spanking.

A very busy few weeks here and I must apologize for the lack of reporting.  Readers like you that I truly appreciate, deserve better.  As summer goes by and we stay in New York until October, I hope to report each episode in a timely manner.  Once again, please do not hesitate to leave a comment or ask a question
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