Thursday, September 24, A sound maintenance spanking delivered. Late afternoon, we ended our usual yard chores and hit the shower before the normal Thursday night club meeting. Leaving the shower, I was greeted with a directive to assume the position. "Over the pillow", she said, "You're getting a good spanking before dinner and the meeting". Hardly dry, my bare ass was presented, waiting to be spanked. The wait was short as the warm up began with its usual mild spanks. Slowly increasing, the spanks turned my tenderized cheeks pink very quickly. Soon a hard spanking was underway. Several minutes later, a well warmed ass was poised to accept the first of the three implements lying next to me.... The Leather Strap.
The 'old relyable' strap was up to the task and my cheeks were no match for leather device. No slow start, the strap landed quite hard right from the first contact. Hard and loud described the strapping. The yelp was equal to the sharp sound of the leather smacking flesh. Swats from every angle contacting every inch of cheek, crease and thigh highlighted the strapping segment of this maintenance session. Yelps died into the pillow and I knew tears were not far behind as she repeatedly strapped my ass. I was holding position well but the length of the segment was wearing my composure thin. Nearing the end of the segment, my squinted eyes were finding it difficult to hold back the building tears. Relief came as she squeezed each cheek before bringing out the next implement... The Tawse.
Known as one of the most evil implements, the heavy leather, split tongue of the Tawse was about to send the pain of the well strapped and spanked cheeks into the deep tissue of my ass. Right from the first strike, the yelp became a howl, tears burst through the eyelids and the pain doubled. I held position as my ass absorbed the punishment of the Tawse. The second, third and every following swat sent the pain into the deep tissue, which would remain sore for days. Soon, I began to squirm a bit, but placing her left hand on the small of my back was the directive to HOLD STILL. I complied and took the swats of the thick leather implement. Tears and howling was the normal response from a hard spanking and the very brief pause between implements was a relief. What I thought was the finale began with a solid swat from... The Cleaver Paddle.
Named for its shape, the Cleaver Paddle was solid exotic wood and its mass delivered pain from every square inch of its surface. The dense grain of the Bubinga wood stung like hell and the holes made it worse. This paddling segment atop of the Tawse would insure several days of uncomfortable sitting. She did allow a bit of squirming now as long as I quickly processed the pain and stuck my ass out for another swat. Long gone was the initial pain on 'fresh out of the shower' cheeks. Like she warned, I was getting a very good maintenance spanking. A few more minutes of the Cleaver had me exhausted, but not finished. When the paddle was placed on the bed, her bare hand had another message for me. Spread those legs!! She hand spanked my full cheeks, inner cheeks and asshole. The goal seemed to have everything sore and the bare hand spanking rounded out that task. I stood to thank her for a spanking not to be soon forgotten. After the kiss and hug, she wispered 'That should keep you well spanked... at least for a few days.
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