Saturday, December 28, 2024

A Christmas Day Spanking…HO HO OUCH!!!!

Wednesday, December 25, Christmas Day, bare your ass you're getting a good spanking. All day long the twin floggers sat in plain sight. Thru the morning coffee, past the breakfast of warm stollen, still there during the emptying of our Christmas stockings, while the gift giving went on, even as we took our afternoon walk and thru the turkey loaf dinner. While I cleaned up after dinner, she was busy in the bedroom and called me in when I had finished my chores. Gone were the floggers and 4 pillows were set on the bed. "Are you ready for your traditional Christmas spanking???" I answered yes and placed myself oveer the mound of pillows. I could not help but notice the floggers has been replaced with 5 implements set to give me my final Christmas gift of a sound spanking. A brief bare hand warm up took place but in less time than it takes Santa to rise up the chimney, she had the first implement ready... the leather strap.
This is still the old reliable strap destined for retirement in the next year. I simply must finish the new replacement for the strap, but it still took up its task of delivering hard lashes to by cheeks. Forehand and backhand, cheeks, thighs and the crease were all targeted for the holiday spanking. Within no time she had me yelping after each lash. A short hard segment soon ended and the strap was replaced by a stinging implement...the pussy whips.
Used just recently, they needed no warm up or training and picked up the whipping motion so the rubber tassels stung the flesh on my ass. She whipped my cheeks, she whipped my thighs and slightly lifted each cheek to whip the crease which stings like hell. I think having two of an implement, she reaches the count with each one. It felt like forever the rubber tassels lashed my flesh before she rested them. She touched by lower back saying that is it for the easy part, now you're getting paddled. I reset my stance and stuck my ass out to greet the first of the three different paddles...the broad sword paddle.
In case anyone has frogotten, this is two heavy slabs of leather stiched together with a steel spine in the center. Wide enough to give coverage and long enough to paddle both cheeks together. That description took longer than it took for the first swat to land on my ass and my resulting yelp. The loud echo had barely faded in the room before the next swat landed in the same place...same result. The paddling continued with much the same yelping heard directly after the loud slap of the leather against flesh. I could feel the warmth in both cheeks and knew the pain was slowly sinking into the deep tissue of my ass. She wallopped for the full count and I knew both cheeks were a blazing red by now. Still two paddles to go and I was really dreading this next one...the rubber paddle.
A short handled thick conveyor belt rubber paddle is a very painful implement. My ass was already sore and had not felt the evil implement in her hand. A quick burst of 5 on each cheek brought not only howls but tears as well. She laid the rubber against my skin, drew back and let fly with a very hard strike. I screamed, lifted my head and torso off the pillows, while clenching my cheeks. Several seconds later I uncoiled, settled back into position and stuck my ass out. Again she laid the rubber against me and followed thru with another hard strike. Another scream and lifitng off the pillows. I unclenched, settled back down, presented my ass knowing I was going to get more....much more. She repeated this many times, each time producing the same aftershock for me. Tears streamed down my face, but each time I stuck my ass back into the breach much like saying 'paddle me again, Ms Mirage' and she did, repeatedly. Time for another quick burst or two of 5 on each cheek. Then the slow hard ones until the count was reached. I was exhausted but still had one paddle to go. Bright and red as Santa's suit, the wood paddle was ready, I was not.
The paddle is big and easily covers both cheeks at once. It is a no-nonsense implement designed to give a simple hard paddling, exactly what I got. Swat after swat, directly on both cheeks with about a 3 second pause between, the strikes delivered pain accummulating with each one. I was howling but somehow kept position during the ordeal. Like a machine, she paddled relentlessly as I shed tears into the pillow. When she finally delivered the final strike, she dropped the paddle and said, that was 50 from each device...Merry Christmas. I slowly got to my feel and thanked her with many kisses and a great hug. I asked about tossing the dice. No she said, we are here for a bit over another week, so you will be spanked again. AND, don't think for one second yoiu will bring in the new year without a good spanking. I will remember the Christmas of 2024 and the sound spanking I received and felt for days after.
Thank you readers for another successful year of the blog. Hope everyone had a good Christmas and are ready for a New Year. Get your comments and questions together and participate in the blog. I may see everyone one more time before the close of the year and for sure as the new year begins. Hurry back soon.

4 comments:

  1. Holy Hannah!!!! You're gonna need a chiropractor for a back adjustment. I think your spine shook each time with the rubber paddle!!! Talk about ouchkabibbles!!!
    That's not an easy implement of ass destruction on a medium strike, forget about hard strikes!
    Your butt must have matched the shade of red on Santa's red suit!!
    Sounds like a perfect ending to a Merry Christmas!!

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  2. Thanks to Nora-Jane for ‘spot-on’ comments. Her knowledge of the pain delivered by the rubber paddle is exact, AND she has never been spanked with it….. well, maybe someday.
    It was a fitting end to a great Christmas here on vacation. A good solid spanking like that one can be a wonderful thing and I look forward to leaving here after New Years Day with a very VERY well spanked ass.

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    1. Ummmmmmm ... I highly doubt I'll be receiving any rubber implements to my tush. Haven't played in years! I live vicariously through you, though!

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  3. In that case Nora-Jane, I will be sure to describe every painful swat I receive.

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