Sunday, May 3rd, slept in and enjoyed a fine breakfast, then spanked. A full 6 days since my last spanking, she determined not to allow more time to slip by. Life has kept us very busy over the entire Spring season thus far. Planned sessions were passed up as time went by us like we were in reverse. Today the brakes came on. After breakfast and my chores done, I had noticed she had set the stage for a spanking. Wedge pillow in place and 3 harsh implements lie like expensive silverware at a fine dining room place setting. Her intention was clear, I was to receive the spanking I had needed for several days. I had removed the nipple clamps since my chores were completed and was almost immediately directed to take position over the pillow, ass out. The warm up began with mild spanks as was the norm. Instead of increasing the tempo after a few minutes, she abruptly ended the segment and went for the first of the implements. NO!! wait, she was headed for the toy drawer and returned with an additional implement...The Belt.
Used just last Monday, it was on top of the implements in the drawer or did she want to belt me soundly, like the last maintenance session. Either way, it was in her hands and soon lashed across my ass with a loud smack. A few more double cheek strikes before she altered her position and began a long hard segment of alternate single cheek lashes. I held position as left then right cheeks got a taste of the wide leather belt. Several minutes lingered on as my ass got a good belting. I weathered the onslaught but felt moisture building behind my eyelids. The segment wound down with harder lashes across both cheeks as I yelped after each one. The belt was placed down and the next inplement was brought on like a relief pitcher enters the game from the bull pen. Another evil toy sporting its new name... The Red Howler.
Just recently resurrected from the bottom of the drawer, this paddle appears to have become a favorite of hers. The segment was introduced with a very hard horizontal smack covering both cheeks. The next one, equally as hard landed about an inch above the mark left from the first strike. This caused a howl which is why this paddle earned its name from one of our readers. Another strike and inch above the preceeding one brought another howl. Continuing on, each strike landed on fresh flesh just above the last. Howling after each, my entire ass was covered with redness as the series of strikes went in reverse, lower and lower each time. When one hit the crease, I lost it. Howled and slightly stood and the tears won the battle with my eyelids and poured down my face. She gave me a bit of recovery time before pushing me back into position. Strikes went lower onto my thighs and back upward again until the final 10 or so landed on my full cheeks. I was in agony when she rested the Red Howler and grasped a toy not used in quite some time for no apparent reason...The Crop.
It has twin leather tails about 4 inches long which act like the fall of a whip when the crop is used in that manner. Today, she was using it like a cane, striking me with the shaft. My skin was already quite red and sore, so the crop left deeper red stripes with each strike. I was beside myself in pain from this maintenance session and struggled to hold position as she whipped my cheeks with the Crop. Most were horizontal strikes marking both cheeks. Occasionally she brought the Crop around my hips and lightly struck my cock which instinctively caused me to stick my ass out further. I soon realized that was her intent. Whipping my ass more until I involuntarily drew it inward. Then the cock felt the crop again and my ass went outward to accept more strikes. I felt like a wet rag when the segment ended and quickly took a good breath and reset my stance as I knew what was on its way to finish my hard spanking...The Tawse.
One only needs medium force from the heavy leather split tongue of this device. The skin of my cheeks could hardly take much more than a medium strike. When it landed a loud howl filled the room and I recoiled. I needed a few seconds to regain my position to accept another of the same. Several landed across both cheeks before she concentrated a long fast burst on my right cheek. No time to recoil and reposition, I held still and absorbed the pain from the tawse. What a relief for my right side when she moved around to treat my left cheek to the same flurry of quick strikes. I had to take another 20 or so hard horizontal strikes across both cheeks before she laid down the evil Tawse. She went away for a few seconds as I regained some composure. Returning with lotion, she covered my inflamed cheeks with the soothing lotion. A nice rub down from mid thigh to top of cheek felt wonderful and I thought it made a great ending to a very hard and painful session. Of course, I was wrong. When the rub down ended I began to stand, but felt her push me back into spanking position. What was this?? An encore? YES, the Belt was in her hands and almost instantly found my tender cheeks to its liking. She unleashed a string of about 40 lashes, each 4 to 5 seconds apart. Tears were still running down my face, eyes squinted and yelps were nearly constant. I was in the final stages of one of the most painful spankings I had received in a long time. When the smack from the last one faded into silence, I stood and thanked her. I tossed the dice and could not believe I saw a TWO on the top of the cube. Would I be healed by Wednesday?? Whether I am or not, I will be getting spanked again then.
Readers... my part is over, I got spanked and reported it. You are at bat and we are expecting your input. Questions, comments, suggestions, all are encouraged. Become a part of the fun and let your thoughts be known to everyone. Questions will be answered. Comments and suggestions will be considered and addressed. Most of all, be sure to return after the next Maintenande Session on Wednesday. See you then.
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