Labor Day Equals Spanking Day

Monday, September 1, Labor Day. Spanked as a welcome to a new month and the unofficial end of the summer season. Way past our normal interval, due to a very busy time of year for us. Every day is full and evenings find us tired and just willing to relax for a few hours. Today, last of the 3-day Holiday weekend, found me up at 6, brewing coffee and getting ready to prepare and serve breakfast.... my normal morning routine. Serving the fresh coffee in bed, and enjoying the planning of our day, we both realized how much time has elasped since I had been spanked. She told me right after breakfast to return to the bedroom, take my position as I was getting a good holiday maintenance spanking. My excitement level rose, but I contained myself thru the breakfast prep and meal. I cleaned the dishes and straightened up the kitchen a bit before finding my way back to the bedroom. I found she had prepared the room with the wedge pillow in place and 4 inplements along side. Also the blindfold was on the pillow, as directed, I donned the blindfold and draped myself over the pillow with my bare ass presented. It was several minutes before I heard her enter and begin to administer much awaited spanking. The warm up was as usual with many mild spanks turning my cheeks pink and warm. About two minutes of a hard hand spanking followed the warm up and my ass absorbed the short hand spanking. Now, on to the spanking implements, first up was the Flogger.

Used just recently it must have been on top in the the toy drawer and the long leather falls began to flog me from shoulders to mid thigh. The first minute felt quite nice, but as the minutes passed the effects of the repeated flogging began to sting my flesh. Shortening her motion, the tips of the flogger were concentrated on my ass and she struck hard, fast and long to really turn the tenderized skin quite sore. My legs were forced open more with her hands during a short pause before the underhand strokes with the flogger found their new target.... my exposed hanging family jewels. She flogged my balls as I winced but held position and took the abuse to my tender areas. A few hard downward lashes made sure my ass was not neglected, but the main focus was the good flogging of my balls and anus. Winding down the session, she patted my cheeks with her hand and told me I was now going to get spanked. She picked up the next weapon of ass destruction.... The Belt.

A traditional implement in the hands of a qualified Dominatrix had one goal...to spank my ass. Standing at my left side, she lashed both cheeks with a hard horizontal stroke. I yelped. She lined up and delivered another, then another and yet another, continuing on for several minutes. A change of her stance allowed her to lash each cheek separately with forehand and backhand motions. More minutes passed and stance was again changed back to my left hip. More horizontal lashes were causing me to squirm after each yelp. Knowing my role, I quickly repositioned after each lash, presenting my ass as if to say 'thank you Ma'am and may I have another'. She had no problem delivering lash after lash until my cheeks were ablaze and tears were welling up in my eyes. A pause to change implements reminded me I still had two toys to go. Still blindfolded, I had no knowledge she had picked up The Purse Paddle.

The smooth cherry wood paddle felt cool against my hot flesh as she placed it centered on my right cheek, drew back and let fly a hard swat that rattled my teeth. A loud smack echoed in the room followed closely by an even louder howl from me. I recoiled but quickly reset my stance to accept another. A few seconds later I felt the paddle placed against my left cheek. I knew what was to follow and braced for the second hard swat from that little painful devil. The loud smack, the louder howl and the pain shot thru me again and again as minutes passed and the slow methodical paddling unfolded. Tears were flowing and my cheeks were crimsom, I'm sure the ash white areas were showing as she soundly paddled my ass. As the segment ground to a halt, I felt exhausted. She again patted my ass with her bare hand while saying 'One more to go, cowboy', as she picked up the final implement...The Rubber Paddle.

I felt weak as I presented my ass to meet one of our worst spanking implements. Contrary to the slow tempo of the purse paddle, she unleashed a rapid fire barrage of swats to my left cheek. About 20 or so swats landed and with no pause the target was moved to my right cheek to light it on fire. Howling and tears all the way thru, it took all I could muster to hold position, yet I knew the segment had just begun. After that burst ended, she went right back to the opposite cheek for another rapid fire paddling. I don't know how she could keep up the pace nor how I could have absorbed that level of pain as she repeadly switched from cheek to cheek to paddle me for several more minutes. The heat and pain billowed off my ass for the next few minutes. My knees nearly buckled when she reach around to remove the tear soaked blindfold. My maintenance spanking was over. I needed her help to stand up and I hugged, kissecd and thanked her for a way over due spanking.

So very sorry readers for the long delay in posting this episode. With the amount of work still to be done before our Florida winter stay and my Brother due to arrive soon, I can't say when the next session will take place. However, this gives all of you a lot of time to leave a question or comment or both. Your answers will appear as quickly as I can. Always a treat for other readers, your input is a valuable part of the success of this blog. Until next time, thanks for your support.