So as my Queen mentioned in her update post last week, I was going to get 25 swats with her leather sandal for paying a bill late and getting a late fee. Then 5 swats with her Spencer Paddle for not turning in my ATS. Well she made good on that Saturday morning. She had told me it was coming, and to be honest, while I obviously wasn’t looking forward to it, I was feeling pretty good about being able to take it in stride. I mean I had just gotten almost 60 with the same leather sandal she was going to use, and 30 with the long paddle with holes, not to mention over 50 with her wicked leather belt.
So I was to be afraid of a 30 swat spanking? Please…I’m Joey the great! Cakewalk I thought. Part of what fueled my confidence, were the comments we received regarding how I have an iron butt, butt like an elephant hide, etc. And how well I was able to withstand harsh spankings. Like the Reader’s Choice Spanking I had received a month and a half ago.
So as Saturday morning came, so did the time for my spanking. Jess made ME go get the implements for my own spanking. Nice touch I thought. Akin to one having to go cut and bring back a switch for their own spanking. But let’s not talk about switches [shudders].
Anyway, so when I go into our closet and pick up her leather sandal, and the Spencer Paddle…I DID have that “tinge of fear” thing happening in the pit of my stomach, but it wasn’t as severe like it is, when I’m in for a full on woodshed whuppin’. So I took a breath and brought them out and laid them on the bed. She came out of the master bath area and said, “Ok, let’s take care of you. What should I do first?” It was a question, but it sounded more like she was pondering to herself. But I figured I would rather start off getting it with the sandal, then finish off with the even more sting-y paddle. So I took a chance and calmly said, “Could we start with the sandal to get that 25 over with?” To my relief she simply said, “Sure.” and picked up the little leather menace. Then she said, “Bend over.” and pointed to the end of the bed.
I figured she probably would just spank me bent over the bend, instead of putting me over her knee like last time. She has told me before, that she likes standing to spank, because she can get more “ooph” on her swats, than when I’m over her knee.
So another deep breath and I dropped my shorts and underwear and bend over the end of the bed, awaiting the first swat. Thinking, ok…it’s only 25 and will be over quickly. Then I she said, “I know $25 isn’t a lot of money for us, but it IS to some people. And to just waste it is disrespectful. You KNOW how I despise late fees. We had a talk about this a long time ago. I guess we need to revisit that discussion.”
And just like that…SMACK that sandal came down on my butt and OMG, the sting of a million wasps came with it! My mind was almost in shock as to how bad it stung, when SMACK the second one landed with equal fury. Without realizing I was doing it, I was moving…significantly, and she called out, “Quit moving!” SMACK! the third landed, again bringing screaming pain. I heard myself crying out, “I’m trying.” My mind was racing as the math was easy to know there were 22 more of these coming. I did my best to hang on and try to get through this, almost crying somewhere around the 10th swat or so, I actually don’t know because I lost count as it was all I could do to try and not get any penalty swats AFTER the spanking. After what seemed like an eternity, the 25 sandal spanking was over.
And my mind was reeling with surprise as to how bad that hurt. And then…the realization that the Spencer Paddle was already in her hand, and knowing that traditionally, that paddle stings worse than the sandal. I was terrified of how bad this was going to be. Part of my brain was like, OK…5 more…FOCUS…only 5 more.
She said, “This is for not turning in your Accountability Task Sheet.” And the first swat made me cry out like I haven’t since the Wicked Strap. I actually started begging, “Please…”, SMACK came swat #2. Again, unknowingly moving, and hearing her state, “If I have to tell you again, to stop moving, we’re going to start over.” And again, hearing my voice in almost a cry, “I’m trying my Queen.”
Note: Above stills from a different spanking. We didn’t video record this spanking.
As there were “only” 5 swats to contend with, the count was easier to follow on this one. After the fifth swat, a huge sense of relief came over me as it was finally over. My mind still blown away with how bad that hurt. When she said, “Now…here’s 5 more for your general being bad as of late.” My heart sunk and fear of the pain coming, almost wanted me to tap out. I pleaded, “My Queen…please give me another chance.” To which she just said, “Do you want me to add ANOTHER 10 after this 5?” Just that thought, struck fear in me and I turned to fully bend over again. And sure enough, here they came. After a couple more swats I was crying. Then FINALLY. The last swat landed with the same fury as its predecessors.
I looked over my shoulder and she said softly, “Come here…” and pointed her right foot and sandal out in front of her. I quickly and eagerly got to my knees to kiss her foot (per our normal protocol), when she said sternly, “Wait a minute. Remember when you told me earlier in the week, that your were going to bite my foot? Do you remember that?”
And the flashback of me telling her how I might just latch onto her big toe like a gila monster next time she told me to kiss it, came to mind. I almost felt sick to my stomack. “Get up and bend over.” she said. I was still on my knees and starting begging, “Oh please my Queen, I’m so sorry. I was just joking.” She quickly responded with, “This is one of our intimate little protocols. You don’t joke about that. You’re about to learn that right now.” And then with much more sternness in her voice, she said, “Now get up, and bend over.” Getting up felt like I had sandbags all over me. But I got up, and already partially crying, bent over. SMACK. I cried out and the second one landed SMACK! My knee buckling a little from the pain but I managed to stay in position as best as I could. SMACK. SMACK…and then it was over. “NOW…you may kiss my foot.”
I couldn’t get down there fast enough, and was eagerly kissing her foot and SO grateful that the spanking was over. When I was done kissing both of her feet, she said, “Come take a look at your bottom.” I went into our master bathroom area which has big mirrors above the vanities and could see the sandal prints on my butt in several places, along with as chafe marks from the paddle, along with the appropriate redness the comes with it.
As I was calming down, again I could not believe how this spanking was more painful than the woodshed whuppin’ I had gotten a month an a half ago? Crazy Right?
I have a couple of theories…
One is that Jess was right about being able to swing harder while standing up, then OTK. I have a new fondness for OTK spanking now. LOL
Two is…you know how sometimes in the morning when you turn on the TV or get in the car and the sound seems super loud? It is just that your ears are much more sensitive to the sound first thing in the morning. I wonder if the nerve ending in my butt are more sensitive first thing in the morning?
All I know, was that this “little” spanking, ended up being quite the ordeal. After reading her last post, I know she mentioned about wanting to take me to the woodshed with my own belt, and with a water soaked cane, next time around. I think she just said “caning”, but around here, all spanking with the cane are with water soaked canes, unless it is the Lexan cane. Of course I am going to try to remain on the right track for as long as possible, as a domestic discipline spanking with those implements, is not something that one wants to encounter.
Anyway, there are no thoughts of being bad, or not being good, or overly teasing, or anything of the sort. As I’ve said before, REAL spankings hurt.
I wished I had set up a camera to record this spanking, but again…I thought it was going to be a quick one, and not much to it. But…leave it to my Queen. Jess easily reminded me that she is a force to be reckoned with, no matter the number of swats she is giving. In the future and if possible, I’ll try to record ANY spanking that I’m getting, in hopes to be able to share it with you all. Although I think I would’ve been a little embarrassed at this last one. 🤔
Has anyone else on the spanking end, ever have a spanking that just seemed to hurt more than normal?