Mets and Yankees combine to direct a 400 plus stroke spanking

Sunday, August 30.....Work done and ready to enjoy an afternoon of baseball. First game of the duble header was chosen to direct my due maintenance spanking. She brought out the two implements for todays session and my heart sank. The doubled belt and the infamous purse paddle. I knew my ass will end up quite sore and very red from today's spanking. The game began and the Mets got noting in the top of the first. Not so for the Yankees as they scored a run with the help of a double. I stood, placed my palms on the arm of the sofa, bent slightly and stuck my ass out for her to spank. The purse paddle went first and the solid cherry paddled my bare cheeks for 30 strokes. Aleady sore, I returned for the second inning. Mets managed a double of their own, but could not score. The doubled belt lashed my cheeks ten times. Zip for the Yanks in their second and the same for the Mets in the third. One single was the best the Yanks did in the third and the purse paddle smacked my flesh for five hard strokes. Enough of this small time stuff as for the rest of the game, both teams hit and scored in every inning. In the top of the 4th, the Mets got 2 runs on 5 base hits which piled up a long belt session of 65 lashes. She did not miss one inch of bare flesh as the belt covered my entire ass with the 65 swats. Sitting gingerly, the Yanks half went quicker, but they evened the score with another run on a double. I presented my sore red ass for 30 more swats from the purse paddle. In the 5th there was no let up as the Mets got another two runs and my bare ass was again lashed with the doubled belt. This session saw the wide leather belt connect 45 times against red and sore cheeks. Barely able to sit down for the bottom half of the 5th, it wasn't long before the purse paddle again struck for 5 more hard swats. In the 6th inning, the Yanks gave the game away and allowed the Mets to score 3 more runs. I stuck a very red ass into position to accept another long belting. This time she lashed the belt across both cheeks 70 times. Fortunately for me, the Yankees put up a goose egg in their half, as did the Mets in the top of the 7th. These make up double headers are 7 inning games and the Mets got nothing in the 7th. Down by a score of 7 to 2, the Yanks came into the bottom of the 7th inning. An improble chain of events, along with a home run, the Yanks scored 5 runs to tie the score at 7. Great for all Yankee fans, but for me it meant sticking my very red ass out as a target for her. She paddled and paddled and paddled my ass with that cherry wood solid purse paddle for 105 swats. Tears flowing, I held position, taking the punishment. On to extra innings. Nothing for the Mets, but the Yankees pushed across the winning run in their half of the last inning. Happy for the win, I still had to bend over and take a final 25 hards swats from the purse paddle. As I stated at the top of this episode, totalling up, the belt lashed my cheeks 205 times just besting the purse paddle which struck for 200 times. My ass was crimson and very sore by the time I hugged her and thanking her for a very effective maintenance spanking. Thanks to all readers and encouraging you to leave a comment or question for me to answer. Again, I have no schedule and have no idea when I will be spanked again, so stay turned.

Tuesday, August 25, Maintenance Day

Another busy summer day with outdoor work and chores to be done. A quick shower before dinner, then settled to watch a ball game in the evening. Rain fell at the home park of the Atlants Braves and the game was cancelled. "Too bad", she said, But follow me, you're getting a spanking". I saw her prepare the location, wedge pillow and getting out two implements. On this day, a 'spanking' really meant a belting and a paddling as she got out our doubled belt and exotic wood paddle. Not sure, but I think this one was made of Bubinga, a dense exotic wood with a solid grain. Finished naturally, the grain was wholelly visable as there were no holes in this solid paddle. I took position over the wedge pillow which presented my ass as an easy target. She began with a bare hand warm up which wound up being about 50 swats, the last 30 or so were quite hard. Warm and pink, my ass cheeks were treated to the feel of two inch wide leather as the belt began its segment. The first lash, like many to follow, was horizontal and covered both cheeks with a loud smack of leather on flesh. The belt lashing was long and quite firm. Unlike other spankings like this where each implement took several sessions to reach its one hundred stroke goal, the belt lashed over and over again until my ass took 100 lashes. Horizontal or verticle, one cheek or both, upper thighs or sit spots, she covered my ass until it was very red and sore. Along the way, yelps and tears were my only input as I held position. Now it was time for the paddle. Solid and smooth, the surface met my cheeks for the first swat. I howled and stood a bit to process the white hot pain it delivered. She placed a hand on the back of my neck and forced my head back to the pillow. This protruded my ass and tightened the skin as she readied the next swat. Another hard level swat produced the same result. Twice more this scenario played out. Then she altered her attack, using the paddle for faster lighter swats on alternating cheeks. One hundered strokes from this paddle was enough for a good maintenance spanking on its own, but put that over 100 lashes from the belt and I was really SPANKED !!! Near the end of the hundred strokes, she again slowed the tempo but increased the force. Exotic wood met bare flesh and the paddle won. My crimson cheeks were no match for the wood paddle. Howling and tearing thru its completion, the ordeal was finally over. She stood me upright and I hugged and kissed her pasionately while thanking her for a very effective maintenance spanking. Again, one day late in posting and hoping you are not late in leaving a comment or question. All will answered individually. Your readership and support are very much appreciated. Until next time...whenever that may be.

Another 100 Strokes per Implement Maintenance Spanking

Friday, August 21, a gloomy, cloudy, rainy day here in southeastern Tennessee, but not to be wasted. I was in the office at the computer finishing up some banking tasks when she came in. She said "it is a great day to give you a spanking....come with me". I followed and found she had already laid out the wedge pillow and two implements nearby. The loopy johnny and the flexible leather paddle. The only thing missing was me draped over the pillow with my bare ass presented to be spanked. That missing ingrediant was only missing for another few seconds. She fondled my cheeks for a very brief time and then began to work with the loopy johnny. This is made from leather strips, braided and formed into a loop then attached to a wood handle. It packs a great sting and the edges of the braided leather strips really bite into flesh. A good segment with the loopy johnny yeilded to the flexible leather paddle. Fur covered on one side and smooth leather on the other. A thud side and a sting side. Being double sided, it was called on for double duty. That means a hundred from each side. A good segment using both sides continued for awhile. Another biting segment with the loopy johnny began to raise welts. No matter however, the next segment with the leather paddle stung the raw skin of those welts without mercy. The fur side delivered thuds through the segment. Several segments followed until the 100 mark was reached for each. Two for the leather paddle. Then she finished with another hundred swats from her bare hand. So a total of 4 hundred swats brought the maintenance session to a close. Thanks readers for your support and waiting for me to post results. I'll try to be more punctual in the future. Meanwhile, leave your comments or questions and they will be addressed.

Tuesday, August 18, Maintenance Spanking

Dog days of August with 90 degree heat and high humidity had brought us in from the days outdoor activities early. After a shower it was only a short time before dinner. During the meal she told me I was going to be spanked tonight and did I want to use another baseball game to direct the proceedure. I agreed and we used the game between the Rays and the Yankees. At game time, she brought out the implements to be used. The Brazilian Cherry wood cleaver paddle with holes and the stinging leather slapper. Nothing occurred in the first inning for either team, but in the second, the Rays managed adouble. That cost me 10 swats with the leather slapper. She deciced instead of keeping one implement for each team, she would alternate between the two for each segment. The slapper went first and the ten swats stung my bare flesh. Nothing for the Yanks in their half of the second. The third, fourth and fifth innings were the heart of the game and the spanking. Tampa Bay broke the game open in the third when they scored 4 runs. The hits and runs ammassed 105 strokes and she picked up the cleaver and waited for me to present my ass. I stuck it out as I bent over with my hands on the arm of the sofa. She paddled my cheeks together and separately as I yelped and teared up. Can you imagine what my ass looked like after 105 strokes from the cleaver. As bad as the mental picture is, more, much more was to follow. Yanks got a single and I got 5 swats from the slapper. Tampa got another run in the 4th and the cleaver struck my crimson ass for another 35 strokes. New York got on the board in their half with a solo home run. Twenty more swats from the slapper. Not over yet as in the sixth the Rays got their solo homer. On came the cleaver for 20 more swats on two very red and sore cheeks. Still not over...as the Yanks got two more runs in the bottom of the fifth. I bent over again for 45 more stinging swats from the leather slapper. I could barely sit for the next inning. Nothing for either team in the 6th and the scoring was over. Each team got a single in the 7th and the implements got 5 more swats to finish my spanking. Not a whole lot in total number, but the cleaver made sure I was getting a solid spanking. Sorry again for the late posting as we spent the summer days doing as much as possible. Your questions are encouraged and will be answered. Care to make a comment....great, I will answer those as well. Until next time.

Spanked by Red Sox and Yankees

Friday, Aug. 14 Spanked for Maintenance. Sorry for the late posting, but Summertime is busy time. Anyway, the game begun, her dressed, me nude two implements ready to go....the doubled belt and the riding bat. With the game in New York, Boston was first up. Nothing for the Sox, but the Yankees got two singles. I stood, found the arm of the sofa, presented my ass and took 10 swats with the riding bat. Both teams got zero in the second, but the third inning was much different. The Red sox only managed a single and the belt struck 5 times. The Yanks however scored twice with a single and double. 55 strokes were paid to my cheeks....stinging red was the result. Boston got a solo homer run in the fourth and the belt lashed both cheeks 20 times. Caught a break as New York went quietly in their half of the inning. A single and a double, but no score was Boston's 5th inning and 15 more belt lashings were delivered. The Yankees went big in the 5th and scored 3 runs and my sore ass was the receipent of 75 strikes from the riding bat. She was whipping my ass like a thorobred in the home stretch. I was yelping by the end of that segment. Nothing for the Sox in the 6th and 7th, but the Yanks went crazy again with three more runs and my ass paid dearly with another 85 riding bat strikes. Stinging red had long passed and I was sore and bright red as the 8th inning began. The Red Sox got two and she used the belt for 50 hard lashes across both cheeks. This game was becoming a real spanking and I was feeling every strike. Coming right back in their half, the Yankees got the two runs back. I stood and presented my well spanked, bright red ass to her. She whipped it with the riding bat for another 55 strokes. Sitting was difficult for the ninth inning, luckily, The sox only managed a single and 5 hard strokes from the belt ended the game and spanking. Here is the final count if you were not counting yourself. 280 from the bat, 95 from the belt, and ONE RED SORE ASS. Another apology for the lateness of this posting. Hopefully you will not be late with questions or comments and I will try to get the answers back to you without delay.

Wednesday, Aug 11, Spanked....and I mean SPANKED for maintenance. I had just came in from an errand when she called from the bedroom. "Come in here" she said with a no nonsense tone in her voice. Upon reporting as directed I found the wedge pillow in place and two implements along side. The big wood paddle and the rubber paddle awaited as she spoke again. "Get out of those clothes...time for a spanking" she commanded. As I was undressing, it must not have been quick enough and I then heard "Come on, STRIP, your getting spanked". The instant the last article of clothing hit the floor, she pushed the back of my neck down toward the pillow forcing my face into the pillow and my ass presented and vulnerable. A bare hand warm up turned my cheeks pink and a bit warm, but nothing like what was to come. The wood paddle struck first with 10 very hard swats to both cheeks. Not even a breath later, the rubber paddle smacked my left cheek soundly. This act was repeated on the right cheek and alternated for its ten strokes. Knowing my ass was now bright red, I held position for the wood paddle. This time 20 strokes rang out before a brief pause. The rubber paddle came back for 20 strokes and I was yelping and beginning to tear up when that segment was over. A good number of spanks from the bare hand came and went before the wood paddle again smacked my ass with authority. She kept using both until each had paddled me for one hundred strokes. Now the bare hand finished its one hundred swats. Full tears were streaming down my face as she said, we'll take a break now but will be back for the second half. She must have noticed the color of my cheeks and called for a break. Less than hour later she said, let's go, we have a spanking to finish, so go back and present your ass. I obeyed but found a different set of implements laid out for me. The leather gloves, braided leather loopy johnny, riding bat and the rubber strap. I was getting the rubber paddle and rubber strap on the same day...... oh no!!! She followed me in within a few seconds and she saw my red and sore ass in position for more abuse. The paddling segment was over and these devices meant spanking, strapping and whipping. Leather gloves began, but not for a warm up.....they spanked hard right from swat one. Same method as before but now with 4 implements. Each took turns at producing tears, yelps and turning my cheeks crimson. The gloves spanked, the rubber strapped both cheeks repeatedly, the braided leather of the loopy johnny bit into my flesh leaving welts with each strike. She swung the riding bat like a short whip and stung my ass cheeks like killer bees. Each took several turns until their one hundred count was reached. Now with both segments, the total was 6 hundred strikes. Can you imagine the color, pain and deep tissue soreness throughout my ass. She stood me up and after a hug and thank you, she actually said "you did good" Thanks to all readers for returning often to see if another episode has been recorded. I will strive to get all episodes published as soon as possible. Always time for questions or comments. Feel free to leave one or both.

Monday, Aug. 10...Spanked for Maintenance. A few days since my last, but she certainly felt like I needed to be spanked again. About 8 pm, she told me to go to the bedroom and wait for her. I obeyed as always and found the wedge pillow in place and two implements laid out. I could feel another 'hundred with each' type spanking was in store for me. I placed my nude body over the pillow thus presenting my bare ass for the spanking. She entered and immediately put on leather gloves. She started spanking me and I thought a nice warm up. But she had other plans as the strikes became faster and harder and much longer than a warm up would be. Finally came to an end and she picked up one of the implements beside me....the leather slapper. **Readers may have to refer to on older episode for photos of the implements** My cheeks were already pink from the long hand spanking so the slapper started off with hard slaps on cheeks and sit spots. I never count, but there were quite a few solid strikes before she paused long enough to retrieve the other toy. The Brazilian Cherry wood cleaver paddle with holes was ready to make my ass wish it were elsewhere. I held position so red cheeks were an easy and welcome target for the paddle to land. She paddled me good and tears were welling up in my eyes when she switched back to the slapper. This segment was aimed at my sit spots and upper thighs. The sting of the leather made quick work of turning the flesh a bright pink. Another session with the cleaver paddle had me yelping after each swat. Different than the first segment which was square on both cheeks, this time she singled out one cheek for a good five or so swats before giving the other the same treatment. My ass was on fire, but she was not finished. The slapper covered every inch of reddened skin as I yelped, wiggled and teared. The slapper segments were longer than the paddle segments and set up the sting in my cheeks to receive the solid thud of the wood paddle. Surface sting and deep tissue soreness would be the result of this spanking. Additional segments from both were repeated until she finally stood me upright. I hugged, kissed and thanked her for delivering due maintenance. She pointed at the gloves and said 200 spanks. Then the slapper was pointed to and the 200 count was repeated. The cleaver paddle had landed one hundred sound strokes during this spanking. Readers...it appears that photos are not going to be added with the new format, but you can refer to older episodes for a pic of each implement. Thanks for your continued reading and please feel at ease to leave a question or comment. Each will be answered.

Thursday, Aug. 6.....Maintenance...fast and hard. A few days have gone by without a spanking. Without the dice for scheduling, I never know if, or when or how I will be spanked. Last night after dinner and a relaxing evening, she said "tonight you will get the '100 swats per implement' spanking you need. I reported at the designated time and took position over the wedge pillow with my ass high. She has got out the same two implements as we used the last time this method was used. The doubled belt and big wood paddle. She gave a brief bare hand warm up of about 20 swats before the paddle was used. Last time I got 100 with the paddle with no breaks and then 100 with the belt. Not to be this go around. I got 10 good hard strikes with the paddle, then she picked up the belt. Pink cheeks were lashed with 10 strikes from the doubled, 2 inch wide leather belt. Now the paddle again...10 more....the belt followed with it's 10 lashes. This was repeated 4 times before a change took place. Each implements had struck 40 times and my ass was quite red and sore. My eyes were moist and yelps began to slip through my lips. This time the paddle struck 20 times before yielding to the belt which also landed hard across both cheeks 20 times. She changed toys again with no interruption and the paddle was striking. I held position thru tears and yelps as the paddle struck 50 times with no change in tempo. Hard and fast the paddle reddened both cheeks. A smooth change brought the belt out and once again the leather kissed my flesh with loud slaps. 50 hard swats with the belt caused pain and tears along with yelps. I had received a bonus....110 strokes with each...what a benevolent Mistress owns me. She straightened me upright and we hugged as I thanked her for giving me the maintenance spanking I need. We both seem to like the new, hard and fast, short duration method for maintenance spankings. Is this to become the norm???? All readers are thanked and appreciated. Questions and comments are being answered as before even if episodes are shorter and more often. Stay tuned as I have no idea of what is about to come down.

Take me out to the Ball Game and SPANK ME. Well, just what happened on Monday, Aug 3. She pulled out the implements to be used and I shuttered. I saw the doubled belt and with wide eyes saw the rubber paddle. Instead of using one for each team, she determined to use them for every other segment. The game began and the Phillies went quietly in the top of the first. The Yankees however led off the game with a home run. They added a single before the inning was over. I was due 25 swats. I stood, leaned against the wall as directed. The next command was " Stick your ass out further " which I obeyed in an instant. She chose to start with the belt and with no warm up, my ass took 25 lashes from the doubled 2 inch wide leather. Nothing again from the Phils in the 2nd, but the Yanks got another single. This meant the rubber paddle was to make its debut. I took the same position without direction and felt the very painful swat of the rubber meeting my cheeks for the required 5 strokes. The 3rd inning was no friend to me. Phillies scored with a solo home run netting me 20 more lashes with the belt. No freebie innings as yet, so my ass was already quite red and sore. She did not hold back with the belt and the 20 strikes were felt and produced yelps and watering eyes. The Yankees also scored in their half with a homer and 2 doubles. That's right, 60 strokes, and guess what implement was next. Sticking my ass into the line of fire knowing that rubber paddle would strike 60 times was a difficult chore, but I had to do it. Yelps, howls, and full tears accompanied the paddling she delivered. My flaming cheeks must have looked like raw hamburger when she called out 59 and 60. I returned to the sofa but found sitting quite uncomfortable. The 4th inning picked up with two singles for the Phillies. They did not score, but I had to pay for the base hits. She snapped the belt as I took position and as she belted me, my cheeks were troopers and took the 10 lashes along with yelps from me. I caught a break in the bottom of the 4th and top of the 5th with no swats earned. I got 5 more strokes from the rubber paddle in the bottom of the 5th for the single the Yankees got. The 6th brought another 5 from the belt as the Phils scratched another single. The Yankees broke the game open in their half of the 6th with a 3 run homer. Another 60 strokes were due and you know what implement had its turn. To say I took the 60 strikes from the rubber paddle without incident would be a lie. Yelps, howls, more tears and even slight butt movement greeted the strikes from the rubber paddle as she counted them out...all 60 of them. Then the game went into a rain delay. It was lengthy and she went on to bed. I kept the score when the game resumed over an hour later. Nothing more from the Yankees in the 7th hand 8th innings. The Phillies got a run in the 7th and another in the 8th and the game ended with a 6 to 3 final score. During breakfast the next morning she inquired as to the outcome of the game. I explained and she said right after breakfast I would get the rest of my spanking. I bent over the bed as she reviewed the scoring. 25 strokes were due for the 7th inning run and she delivered them with the belt. No break at all before she picked up the rubber paddle. Let's see, she said....30 more strokes. The rubber paddle was at it again, coloring and stinging my cheeks for 30 swats. Red ass again in the morning. Thank you readers for your support, especially during the transition to the new blog format and the non regimented maintenance spanking pattern which has developed. You can still receive answers to all your comments or questions right here on these pages. Looking forward to hearing from you. Until next time....whenever that will be.

Saturday, Spanked by the Ball Game. We had a great day at the RR track and returned to a good dinner. At game time were were delighted to see the game had not been blacked out in our area. The Yankees were battling the Red Sox for the second night. She chose the implements, Leather paddle and riding bat. I had been stripped shortly after returning home, so I was ready as the first pitch was thrown. Playing in New York, the Sox were up first, but only managed a single. I stood, stuck my ass out and took 5 hard swats from the riding bat. Yanks took the lead in their half with a home run and I took 20 strokes from the paddle. Boston duplicated their one single again in the 2nd and the riding bat stung my cheeks another 5 times. Yankees broke loose and put the game away in their half to the tune of 3 singles and a Grand Slam Home Run. Now the moment had arrived for me to accept 95 swats from the paddle. I put my bare ass into position and she rubbed my cheeks with the leather as if to measure the distance. Swat after swat stung my ass as she unmercifully paddled me as I yelped. Sitting back down, uncomfortably, the 3rd inning began. I knew I was in trouble as the Sox began to hit. Two singles, and a double scoring two runs. I found myself standing placing my now red and sore ass into the line of fire. The riding bat never stopped as she delivered 60 strokes on blazing red and stinging cheeks. Little did either of us realize, this was to be the end of any scoring. I took five strokes from the paddle at the end of each of the next three innings, then nothing until Boston got one hit in the 8th. Ditto for the Yanks in their half and the Sox got one more single in the 9th. All the scoring was early and the game ended with the same 5-2 score as it was in the 3rd inning. Totaling up, the riding bat struck 80 times for the Red Sox and the paddle swatted my cheeks 135 times for the Yankees. Just over 200 swats combined for tonight"s spanking. What's next????? You tell me. Everyday has been an adventure and different. Ah, the life of a spanked submissive.....Ain't it grand!!! Keep reading and sending comments or questions to become part of the blog. All are answered as soon as possible.

Friday, July 31, Spanked for Maintenance. Nearly a week had gone by since my last spanking. Needless to go into the details of each day as life got in the way in different manners all week. We settled in for the ball game on Friday night with the two implements to be used at the ready. The big wood paddle and doubled belt were the ones chosen. We were both surprised to then find out the game was being blacked out. She said not to worry, "you're getting spanked anyway". I took my stance with hands on the arm of the sofa, slightly bent and ass stuck out prominently for her to spank. And spank she did, beginning with the big wood paddle. A brief warm up, with the accent on brief, started and after a few medium swats, the paddle began to land with authority. As you know, the big paddle nicely covers both cheeks at once, but feels even harder when she singles out one cheek at a time with a full force swat. She used both methods as the paddling continued without break. She paddled and paddled as I held position with my ass an easy target. My eyes began to tear and muffled yelps filled the room. She continued to paddle long after a few times when I felt it would end. Ten very hard, double cheek swats landed before she finally put down the paddle. I breathed a sigh of relief which turned out to be short lived. "There," she said, "That's one hundred with the paddle...now for the belt". I had no time to think as the first strike with the belt landed. It was perfectly horizontal and lashed both cheeks soundly. White hot pain shot thru me and a loud yelp escaped my lips. Whew, I thought, only 99 more to go!!! And 99 more I got, as she swung freely....side to side, horizontal, vertical, sit spots, full cheeks, single cheeks, the belt found everything. In full tears now and yelps after each one. My ass turned from bright red to darker red and several belt marks turning purple. Holding position became my primary concern and that required concentration not to allow my butt to shift out of the target zone. Finally reaching the desired one hundred mark, she said 'OK for today" as her bare hands soothed my flaming ass. Sorry for the delay, but we spent all day Saturday away and it was not until now I had the opportunity to record this episode. Thanks for your continued reading thru the changes that were made in our situation and the new format of this site. Comments and questions are still encouraged and will be answered. Until the next time, thanking all readers.