Feb 08
Art Show Maintenance Spanking part 2
Continued from Art Show Maintenance Spanking part 1…
Finally, Twilight stopped beating the brush onto my screaming behind. That part was over. Whether it was dozens or hundreds I couldn’t say, just that it had stopped and my bottom was on fire. People always talk about being surprised at how much a spanking hurts, and so far this one had really hurt. Sometimes, during a good blistering, time seems to contract and expand, both at once. It becomes irrelevant, the only real thing the pain of my bottom being whacked over and over in a rhythm which has beat but no tempo.
“Get Up!”, she said sternly, mentally knocking me off balance. I stood and was pushed forward against the dressing bench, then up on top of it. Twilight rubbed my reddened cheeks, her smooth fingers feeling course and scratchy. A quick pinch stung much more than it should have and I winced, knowing it was quickly about to get bad again. SLAP! Burning again, but now across a wide stripe of my ass. This leather strap is heavy with holes at the end, and was advertised as a Canadian Prison Strap. The pain is deeper, but different and with less bite than the brush. But it is a throbbing pain, and I do sometimes cry during a hard strapping with it. Tonight it made me feel plenty repentant without drawing forth tears.
I stammered an apology, “I…. I am…. sorry dearest…”, SLAP! “Ouhhhhhh….. I…. I….. I promise… to be on my… best behavior…. tonight”. Again and again the strap rained down, cracking upon my out-stuck buttocks, striping them over and over with a hot and pulsing pain. The strap came down 20 times, then thirty. Then a pause.
“I am going to give you a dozen more dear, hard. Just to make certain that you really have learned your lesson,” my wife said with a softness of voice that contrasted strangely with the harshness of the strapping. Slap! It hit full across my bottom and I fell from my knees. Slap! I slid further down, unable to hold position. Slap! I lay half upon the bench. Slap! The stroke hit over my right cheek and left thigh. Slap! “Pla … pla … please” Slap! “Please what? Stop? Not yet.” Slap! “ohhhh…. I’m sorry…” Slap! I was kicking now, it burned so bad, it was so hard, I could not take it, no. Slap! I was still taking ut, taking a good licking, which always seems it can’t be endured. Slap! My arms gave out under me. Slap! “Only one more dear, then its all over….”, she said tenderly. Slap! Ohhhh….. ahhhhh, the strapping was over.
I felt weak and trembled a little, endorphins washing the sharpness of the pain like an artist dampening his watercolor. She was moving around, not in a hurry, but with determination. “I need to do my hair and use the bathroom before we leave. You can kneel there and think about how much more sore your rear-end will be if you do embarrass me in front of these people when we are socializing,” she said as she set the strap over my calves. Then she lightly patted the cheeks she had so recently reddened. By the time she was done readying herself, I had regained my composure. We hugged, which we almost always do, and I thanked her. I truly was thankful not only for my spanking, but also for her.
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March 5th, 2008 at 6:04 am
Wow wellspankedman, you and Twilight certainly got me with this account of yours.It is great to see more accounts of F/M spanking as there is a definite lack of it around. A lovely account well done
Mario
April 6th, 2008 at 4:43 pm
Early Morning Detention given by Lovely Linda
I’ve blistered the bottom of my 6’3” husband hundreds of times in the last 5 years. At only 5’2” I had to experiment with dozens of implements to make sure each spanking was very memorable . Even raising blisters with a cane or strap didn’t have much effect on his behavior. So I made a new rule. No sex after a punishment spanking for one week! P.S. usually means 60 of the best with a cane followed by 20 or more with an oak paddle. He’d be crying, sometimes screaming, pleading, and blubbering and I’d laugh and swing even harder. We’d both be sexually aroused and immediately afterwards have very hot sex. With a reward of sizzling sex, naturally he kept misbehaving and I’d increase the amount of strokes and he’d misbehave even more. Then I remembered my grandmother punishing my four older brothers by having them kneel on uncooked very hard beans on her kitchen floor for about a half hour .I’d watch all four of their faces and saw that this punishment was constantly painful.. My brothers would have preferred the razor strap which she used on their bare bottoms sometimes. At age 11 I enjoyed watching my brothers being punished. Including when they lined up for a bottom blistering with granny’s strap. Sooo several months ago I introduced detention punishment to my husband . Much to his chagrin.
Sooo, early this morning I giggled a bit, as I poured some uncooked pinto beans in the lid of an old shoe box and placed it in the corner of the parquet floor in our bed room. Jim is well trained for this by now. Already completely nude, Jim dutifully knelt on the rice. He then clasped his hands behind his back. I then put on his handcuffs . This ritual prevents him from bracing his hands against the wall to alleviate the endless pain in both his knees. Sitting behind him I usually casually paint my nails and listen to the morning news or read the paper. This morning I was talking on the phone with my DWC girl friend Mary. I whispered to her in detail the agonizing situation poor Jim was in. I used my cell phone to take a picture to show her later at lunch. We both giggled like school girls while my poor husband was obediently enduring this constant awful pain . He stayed in this position for one tortuous hour with his head down. The constant pain brings silent tears to his eyes. I don’t allow sobbing or crying. He abhors this punishment, but takes it because he knows what follows. Later I’ll explain. I some times unlock the handcuffs and have him hold me in his arms as he painfully kneels on the rice. I passionately give him long lasting kisses. The extra weight (108 lbs.) causes him extreme pain. I ignore it and just give him more mushy kisses. He endures because he knows I will not hesitate to extend his punishment 15 or 30 minutes. This actually causes him to get an erection. Pure agony with ecstasy. I say to him “aren’t my kisses worth the extra pain?” He responds “ ooh, ooh ,aah, oh ,oh, their worth every minute honey”. Yesterday evening, I had given him 4 demerits and each demerit would cost him a minimum of ½ hour of this type detention. He will get another hour of detention just before bedtime for the remaining two demerits. That is when I order him to kneel and hold his arms elevated at his sides parallel to the floor. This is my favorite punishment for him. After about ten minutes the pain is intolerable, so I give him a break every 15 minutes. To do this I ring a silver tiny bell. He is then allowed 30 seconds to put his arms down. He hears the bell again and he immediately puts his arms back up for another excruciating 15 minutes. If he obediently and perfectly finishes the detention to my satisfaction, he will get lucky in bed afterwards. Some times I’ll have him hold 2 LB. weights in each hand causing excruciating pain resulting in him whimpering and sobbing,and me chuckling. But he endures it if he wants his reward of sex afterwards. This evening I’ll monitor his punishment while drinking a glass of imported Merlot, or maybe pay some bills . I may call Mary again just for a few laughs and lots of giggles. At lunch she said she was going to purchase pinto beans for her husband’s detention. I might whistle or hum a tune as if he is not in the room. He is not allowed to speak at all. He can’t see the clock so I imagine him counting minutes in his mind. Oh I just love it. It makes me so moist down south when he obeys me to the letter. . He hates not knowing exactly how much time is left and I enjoy keeping him clueless about the elapsed time. He is afraid I’ll add more time to his detention ,which I’ve done many times. All this arouses both of us. Tonight , for the last 15 minutes I will allow him to kneel facing me. I’ll cross and uncross my legs so he can see I’m wearing no panties . I am usually wearing a short skirt enhancing my lovely nylon clad legs ,and feet in 6” heels. He often tells me he enjoys smelling my essence. So I never put perfume down there. I make a big show of putting my fingers in my very moist vagina and then rub the liquid across his upper lip. This familiar odor makes him moan and groan in ecstasy. I slowly kneel and push my voluptuous breasts into his face and slide down and give him a long passionate kiss By now his willy is so stiff, it is throbbing. But even now he is not allowed to lower his arms! I might give him a sip of wine while he is still in detention. Then I slowly strip off my clothes except for my pumps - unabashedly teasing him . When there is less than 60 seconds left ,I sit at the foot of the bed completely nude. At the last second ,I ring the tiny bell and that is his signal to quickly kneel at my feet and use his tongue ravenously on my clit until I’ve had two orgasms. He can’t get enough of me ! God help him ,if he releases before I have my two releases. I then have him lay on his back .I mount him and grab his chest hair and pretend I’m riding a bucking bronco. On a great night he’ll make sure that I have 5 orgasms to his two. On those marvelous nights, I’m in a blissful daze because ” my bell got rung.” For the last several months, I’ve had him masturbate first before I blister his bottom for a P.S. 60/w.cane 40 w oak paddle .After he releases the blistering is more memorable because there is no sex afterwards.I still enjoy his begging and screaming for mercy to no avail. Mostly, I ‘ll order detention 4 or 5 times a week. And very hot sex afterwards , but only if I desire it. I keep him in a constant state of being horny. That’s when he is most attentive to my needs by modifying his behavior. Some times when we play spank for sex I just have to ring my silver bell and my husband almost immediately gets rigidly hard. Any man with a willy, will happily jump through hoops to please a beautiful woman. Ha Ha Ha! I call myself the Wicked Witch of Door County Wisconsin.
Men have two heads. Fortunately for us woman, they use the little head for most of their thinking. Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha.
March 1st, 2009 at 10:23 pm
Thats a nice strap! I’d love to have her put some welts on my keester with it!!!