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1. robert says:
   October 18th, 2008 at 2:09 pm

   September 18, 2008 LIKE AN ARTIST ON A CANVAS
   Saturday being “cleanup the demerits day”, I’m sitting on a prickly door mat with my nude ,on fire, and tenderized bottom. I’ve just receive two sessions of forty whacks, otk with Linda’s favorite implement, the dreaded long handle bath brush. The rubber teats of the mat cause constant pain. It is very difficult to type while one is squirming in pain. We’ve missed a couple of Saturdays in a row but Linda recorded my self centered, selfish , egotistical, and arrogant acts for the last three weeks. I am writing these lines 250 times: “Skipping Saturday punishments is not a reason for me to increase the degree of my arrogant acts while on vacation.” It took me two very painful hours to finish. I proudly handed the papers over to Linda and she quickly glanced at them, and pointed to the wooden chair, telling me to put both my hands flatly on the seat of the chair. I pleaded saying that my bottom felt as if it will explode. All I heard was “TSK,TSK,TSK.” That usually means: “Do as I say, or you’ll get a double dose “ I quickly placed my hands in the middle of the seat and she then used a wood handled razor strop to severely apply 40 swats. Afterwards I was 20 minutes standing in the corner awaiting the second set of 40 smacks. Linda was humming the tune from the movie “Singing In The Rain”,where Gene Kelly Sang “ Gotta Dance Gotta Dance.” This meant she was about to use my hard wood fraternity paddle on my ass. I assumed the position with my hands flat on the seat of the chair, presenting my oozing bottom as a target. Using tennis- like (two handed) swings with very slow deliberation, she delivered very forceful swats. This time she allowed me to jump and run in place. She was smiling and humming the “Gotta Dance Tune” after every whack. She reminded me to get in position in 15 seconds. It took 20 minutes to deliver 40 excruciating belts because I ran and jumped and yelped and whimpered after each one. And she hummed and laughed after each whack. She was hysterical with laughter and had to rest her arm several times to catch her breath. I finally let go and bawled like a baby. This seemed to encourage her to swing even harder. “I’m going to beat the condescension out of you. You supercilious fool. “ I spent the next hour in the corner while Linda painted her fingernails and toenails . This is her favorite time. She can see my butt change colors from red to dark red and blue and purple and black. I never know when the whipping is over. She is a perfectionist . Once when the colors didn’t match she has applied with out mercy , an implement to a certain area of my bottom or thighs, until the colors and blisters matched on each cheek of my butt and thighs. She then takes a photo saying proudly: “This ones a keeper.” She sometimes enlarges them and frames them and mounts them in our bathroom. Mostly she puts them in a special album. She has me peruse this album occasionally to warn me to behave myself or else ! Disregarding my howling in pain, she uses implements on my ass like an artist uses a paint brush on a canvas.
   Lucky Me Robert

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