A story: The spanking of a lifetime
One day my sub was such a naughty girl that I spanked her like never before, I just absolutely thrashed her bottom, until it was an aching mess of red marks and welts. She had lost my car keys and lied to me about it. I wasn’t so much as upset as I was disappointed and displeased, which is why she got the thrashing she did. The thrashing she deserved. I told her right then and there in the living room to remove her skirt and panties, lay over the edge of the couch and stay put. She heard me remove my belt and knew what was coming next. She usually enjoyed a hard spanking here and there, but she was not looking forward to this one, however she knew that she deserved what was to come and knew that accepting it was right. The whipping crack of my leather belt rang out through the room. She began to sob, not so much for the pain, she could certainly take more pain than that before tears usually flowed, but instead for the shame of disappointing her sir.
As she sobbed I gave her 30 or more, although I wasn’t counting, as her bottom went from pink to red. Then I instructed her to remove the rest of her clothes and kneel in the corner with her hands on her head until I got the paddle and her house collar. She cried and cried, kneeling there, now completely naked in the corner. Her bottom already sufficiently red, but not even close to being done yet.
The paddle, or wooden hairbrush, was quite a heavy implement and made for both a good thuddy or stingy spanking depending on the way it is used. I found it in the bathroom, grabbed it and sat on the couch. I instructed her to kneel before me while I put on her collar and then lay across my lap now to take her paddling. She wasted no time in getting her body across my lap. We never made eye contact, her eyes shied away from me even while I placed the collar carefully around her neck. Once I had saddled her bottom up properly, just where I wanted it, I told her she’d be getting 25 thuddy slaps of the paddle. She would count out loud ending the count with “thank you sir”, if she miscounted, took too long to respond, or I couldn’t hear her, then we’d repeat that number. So we began.
Slap! The wooden paddle came down upon her already sore bottom, and through a weighted, teary breath the sub said “one, thank you sir.” Good girl, I said. That cheered her up bit. Slap! “Two, thank you sir.” And then so and and so forth, until…at the 23rd stroke she was getting pretty teary eyed, she had been almost mumbling the numbers through tears through the last few, but I tried to encourage her that she was doing good. However, there on the 23rd stroke she both miscounted and left out the “thank you sir.” I didn’t want to have to, but those were the rules. An extra stroke it was. She pleaded with me to have mercy on her, but she knew that her pleading would likely be useless. Slap! The 23rd stroke had been repeated with the correct count and an emphatic “thank you sir!” at the end. Two more were given, both with less emphasis on the “thank you sir.”
After the final stroke she breathed heavy and hard. I told her she could rest for now, to drink some water, have a snack, hold her stuffy fox, and receive some care. However, I told her not to get too comfy because she would be receiving the switch next after her rest time, and if I felt necessary, a hand spanking too. She graciously thanked me for providing this period of rest and relief for her in between, bowed and kissed my feet (probably in an effort for me to take mercy on her, unfortunately that wouldn’t work, I was set on my punishment for her).
I had given her a 15 minute time limit, the alarm sounded and her face went white. She knew what was coming, she turned to me and fruitlessly begged me to let her be finished, but it was set in motion already and I motioned her to retrieve me a switch. She obeyed promptly, but reluctantly. She returned a short time later, the switch in her outstretched hands as she hung her head, again avoiding eye contact with me. I directed her to sit on the couch and told her to pump out her chest, so her breasts would be sticking well out. She was going to get a small breast whipping prior to her switching, just to direct some of the pain away from her hind quarters. Swish! Swish! “Ouch” she said, after a few strokes on her breasts. I knew it probably hurt more than that, and that she had endured a lot today already, but she was such a strong girl. After probably a dozen strokes and a raging boner, I decided it was time. I instructed her to place her hands on the wall and stick out her bottom. She would receive 10 hard ones with the switch, no counting necessary. They would be delivered swiftly and efficiently. Swish! Swish! Swish! is the sound the thin switch made as it cut through the air and placed thin, but blazing red raised welts upon the sub’s writhing bottom. The 10 were done, just like that, and she collapsed, slouched against the wall in a mess of tears and burning pain from her bottom.
The hand spanking I had considered earlier did not go ahead, but what did was a passion-fuelled, sexually charged romp. Almost impossible to explain or describe, there we were on the floor of the living room, just going at it like it was the last day on earth. The both of us grunting and moaning. My hands caressing breasts while I penetrated her, pushing deeper and deeper inside as I took her from behind. Her whimpering still, probably both from the pain of my thighs slapping against her raw bottom and sheer pleasure. We came, she was already so wet from her spankings that she came hard, and so did I in an explosion of sensations and emotion. Afterward I cared for her, put a cooling cream on her bottom, brought her fox, tucked her in, and gave her all that she needed. Next came sleep. A deep restful sleep for a sub and her sir.
(I wrote this story, it was not pulled from any website; let me know what you think of my story.)
