Saturday, May 16, overdue and definately needed, I got spanked. Again, our busy life pushed a due spanking off a day at a time since Wednesday. No break in our schedule, but not arriving at a picnic until mid morning, she felt it was a perfect time to warm my ass. She set up the bedroom while I completed my after breakfast chores. I entered the room and without hesitation was directed over the wedge pillow. She acknowledged I had needed a spanking for several days now and today I was getting it. Along side the willow were three inplements and at a glance I knew today's underlying theme was PAIN. A brief bare hand warm up featured the usual mild beginning with increasing force as the time passed. After a few minutes of hand spanking, she went for the first implement... The Crop.
Another multi-use device, I was about to experience both of the evil ways to inflict pain. Using it like a whip, she began to strik my cheeks with the leather falls at the tip of the shaft. She dotted my ass with many biting strikes leaving small red marks in its path. The short but painful segment morphed into a short duration of cane like strikes. The swish thru the air and the sharp crack sound as the shaft landed across both cheeks. The hard strikes left crisp red lines horizontally across my ass. Whipped, then caned by the same implement had me yelping and tearing up. I reset my stance in an effort to hold position while she brought in the second implement... The Red Howler.
Named by a reader, this device has become more evil with each use. Her attack consisted of slow telegraphed swats across both lower cheeks, just north of the crease. A tender area which made it difficult for me to hold position. The first of many swats shot pain thru my ass, a loud howl from my lips and tears from my eyes. The slow tempo did not reduce the pain the red colored hard wood paddle delivered. A straight on paddling, even for the short segment, had me recoiling after each swat as the pain in my cheeks grew with every strike. Knowing the entire spanking session was going to be brief encouraged me to stick my ass out and take the maintenance spanking. Once again a sigh of relief came while she picked up the last of the implements...The Rubber Paddle
From pain to more pain to even more pain was the plan for this shortened session. The thick conveyor belt material that made this implement so evil did not care about the amount of pain absorbed by my cheeks up to now. Its mission was to paddle my ass soundly. Strike after strike landed squarely on the cneter of each cheek as it paddled each one alternately. Howling and tearing continued thru the brief but hard segment. After each recoil, I bravely stuck my ass back into position to accept the next strike. Pain and soreness oozed into the deep tissue and would remain for awhile. I was soundly spanked when she assisted me to a standing posion at the close of this session. Hugging and thanking her for the due maintenance, she told me to enjoy the picnic, BUT more maintenance was due and would be tonight or tomorrow. I remained standing for most of the picnic.
Readers only have a brief time to leave questions or comments before the next spanking. I do thank all for their support and contributions to the blog. Each will be answered here on these pages. I'll see all of you very soon for the next episode of my Weekend Maintenance.
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