Monday Morning Maintenance

Monday, March 10, weekend over, clocks set ahead, mid morning directive and soundly spanked. After many postponements, and reschudelings, the time had come and she summoned me saying remove your clothes, every stitch, put the blindfold on and get into position. That I needed a spanking and was getting one right now. She had set up the room and the attached picture shows the scene.

Obeying, I stripped, donned the blindfold, took my position over the wedge pillow, presented my ass as an easy target and waited to be spanked. Now blindfolded, I depended on feel alone to describe the spanking that ensued. The bare hand warm up which usually starts a maintenance spanking was altered as she used the fingerless, padded palm spanking gloves for the warm up. A solid hand spanking covered my entire cheeks. Fully warmed, my bare flesh felt the sting of leather as repeated strikes landed on my ass. I imagined it was caused by the leather slapper or the flexible leather paddle, both visible in the picture. I was getting a good taste of leather from either or both implements which lasted several minutes. A brief pause took place as I felt her hands spreading my legs open just slightly, then using the rope, binding my ankles to make me immobile. The spanking continued as I identified the unmistakeable feel of the loopy johnny. The braided leather bit into my tenderized skin as she whipped my ass causing my eyes to moisten the inside of the blindfold. Yelps of pain echoed in the room as the loopy johnny struck my cheeks, but bound as I was, I could do little but accept it. Following the loopy johnny came a segment using the leather strap. Again the sting of leather treated my cheeks, sit spots and upper thighs. I know I have said this before, but the old strap still delivers a solid strapping. She soundly strapped my ass and being immobile, my only input was more tears absorbed by the blindfold and many yelps. Next, the hair brush was forced between my thighs and using the coarse short bristles, she scoured my vulnerable balls. Sounds of pleasure and pain filled the room as the torment of my family jewles continued. Several hard swats from the wood handle of the hairbrush landed on my ass to wind up the segment with the brush. The pussy whips followed the hairbrush and it was evident the target was again my balls. The long thin rods provied the whip action needed for the rubber tassels to sting the flesh on contact. Like a swarm of angry hornets, the pussy whips attacked my hanging balls while some landed on my anus as well. Solidly bound, I took the segment yielding more tears and yelps. Still not finished, she picked up the riding bat. With its leather tip and cane like shaft, it swished thru the air prior to the sharp and painful strike on my cheeks. Many such strikes from the riding bat left light welts and buring red flesh on my ass as I howled loudly while spilling more tears into the blindfold. The hairbrush made an encore with more scouring of my balls and anus followed by several hards swats to my cheeks. I knew the deep tissue of my cheeks would be bruised from the hairbrush. To wind up the entire session, she used the big red paddle. It crashed on both cheeks with a slow tempo. My ass, now very red, sore and streaked from the riding bat was no match for the onslaught of the wood paddle. About 50 hard swats had me howling and soaking the blindfold with tears. I could only imagine the look of my ass after being spanked, slapped, whipped, strapped, hairbrushed and paddled but certainly knew how it felt. She released the bondage of my ankles, I stood to hug and kiss her as thanks for a very long, hard and dirverse maintenance spanking.

Again, I must apologize to all readers for the delay in posting these last few episodes. Hopfully, things will settle back to a more normal state here and I can have the blog out on time. I also hope you folks leave comments and questions. Sometimes my answers will be beneficial to everyone, so leave your input. See you all after my next maintenance spanking.