A Bare Handed 500 for Maintenance

Sunday, December 22, a late maintenance spanking was not be be missed again. She must have had a similar thought in mind as too many days had passed since my last spanking. Not only on vacation, but trying to complete a building project at our nearby railroad club has eaten into our free time. This was not to occur again as she made sure of that this morning before we left the comfort of our bed. I had been up to prepare and serve her coffee in bed and following that brushed her hair. Both are everyday duties I perform for her. Today, after the brushing, she pulled me across her lap and said I am getting a bare hand maintenance spanking.

My bare cheeks were immobile, vulnerable and facing the ceiling as I waited for the first swat of warm up. Several mild swats on both cheeks were sufficient as soon she said, 'now we start'. If you have ever been bare hand spanked on bare cheeks, you know how personal it is and also how much a skin to skin spank can sting. Not a full rapid fire tempo commenced, but faster than a normal spanking, her hand spanked cheeks, upper thighs and the crease. She was relentless until her mental total reached its goal. I felt spanked when she paused and said that's one hundred. She then rubbed my cheeks lovingly for a few minutes and I thought the session was going to end with a quick spanking. Just got that thought settled when her hand began again. Same tempo this time but it felt harder. Already warm, I knew my cheeks were a nice shade of pink, but soon to be a deeper red. She spanked fast and hard and I felt the sting turn to pain as the spanking continued. Reaching the second plateau, she paused again and uttered a simple 'two hundred'. The same sensual rubbing took place, which felt wonderful, but I could tell that feeling was to be short lived. I was correct as she started to spank my bare ass again.

I had not earned a discipline spanking, but knew I was in for much more as I lay there, helpless. This time a slower cadence began with harder swats. A real bare hand spanking was being delivered. Cheeks, sit spots and thighs all received the slower steady harder strikes. I began to leak a vocal response to each spank. It took longer to reach her third hundred and by then my eyes were starting to moisten. She was spanking very delibertly and effective. Being immobile I could not even squirm as swat after swat landed hard on my ass. Bright red by now and the sensual rubbing was much welcomed as she reached the three hundred mark. But the sensual rubbing did not signal the finish and shortly she began to spank my cheeks again. I would not think she could spank any harder, but again I was wrong. Very hard slow swats began to accumulate. I was yelping now with each strike and eyelids could no longer hold back the full tears which developed with every spank. Very slowly the total mounted and by the time the four hundred level was met, my ass was fully inflamed and very red. Tear tracks down my face told their own story. A sensual rub did not last long enough in my opinion and before I knew it the spanking resumed.

Another change in tempo took place and a true rapid fire bare hand spanking took place. No more individual yelps with the speedy spanking style. More like a continous vocal howl took place. Still immobile I could do nothing but accept the hard fast spanking. Tears were not stopping either and the one saving grace was to be the end was coming quickly. When she reached the 500 count she rubbed my cheeks one final time before I crawled off her lap. She told me it was too bad this spanking was a bit late, BUT I was still getting my traditional Christmas Day spanking and to be aware it would not be a friendly one like this one had been.

A big thank you to all readers as we near the end of the calendar year. Make a New Years resolution to leave more comments and questions in the future. It really is fun and educational to be a part of the blog. Merry Christmas to all