Well, it finally came to pass, and let me tell you with 100% of my being…I am SO glad that it is over and now behind me. Not only was it one of the worst spankings in my entire life. But with it getting postponed that last time when it was so close to happening…that was a bit of a mind fuck. LOL. Especially the next morning when I woke up and knew it would’ve been over with by then. But instead, I got to think about what was in store for me, throughout the ensuing couple of weeks. 😥
That said I know I fully deserved it, and that Jess fully deserved to give it to me. I’m also grateful that she holds me accountable in this way.
Additionally, as Jess has mentioned…I have gotten a decent amount of impromptu spankings, but it has been a little while since my last trip to the woodshed for some good old fashion domestic discipline. As I’ve found out over the years, the longer between spankings, the more the spanking stings as your butt hasn’t gotten it in awhile.
And on a final note…Jess really went to town with this spanking. Normally a trip to the woodshed will end up being 70 to 90 swats/lashes. So I was wondering what that distribution was going to look like. I pondered, “Maybe 20 to 30 with her sandal, then probably 30 with her belt, then 20 with the paddle…that would put me around that 70 to 80 swat range. But boy did she have other plans!
59 OTK with her leather thong sandal.
51 with her Italian leather belt
31 with the long paddle with holes
And Yay, a Bonus round…
13 with her smaller wooden paddle with holes.
154 swats/spanks in total! ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY FOUR! Here is it four days later and I can still feel the remnants of the spanking, every time I sit or lean against something. LOL
Ok, so let’s get to how it all went down…
Early on in the day, I noticed that Jess was wearing the leather sandals that would be starting off the spanking.
As you can see, they are all leather sandals that have a nice thick, dense leather sole. And when she wears them, the leather sole continues to flex and become more pliable which is bad news for any butt that is going to get spanked by them. Not to mention, every time I saw them it was just a reminder of the butt blistering to come.
She was also in a very cheery mood.
<sarcasm>I wonder why?</sarcasm>
Well, it gets close to that time and we start to do the set up. As this is a real discipline spanking, once she starts, she doesn’t want a lot of time to pass in between the spanking swats or spanking implements. Long story short, we set up a “mini-woodshed” in one of our rooms, and set up an overhead camera there to capture the OTK spanking. In an adjacent room, we set up the main woodshed with a make shift spanking bench and backdrop. That way, as soon as she was done blazing my butt with her sandal, I was to immediately go bend over the spanking bench in the other room. After set up, we test phones/cameras (yes, we made sure there was ample space on both phones this time). And then all of the sudden…we were ready. 😳
I had kind of gotten lost in the details of the set up. So when that was done, the reality of the main event hit me like a ton of bricks. And with it, that feeling in the pit of my stomach of my forthcoming spanking.
She simply said, “Come with me.” And I followed her into the mini-woodshed. Of course looking down at the sandals on her feet, and knowing one of them was going to be working my butt over very soon.
She sat on the side of the bed in that room (that’s how she likes to do OTK spankings); and told me to take my underwear down so she wouldn’t be waiting to spank me when she was ready. They say people handle nervous situations differently. And apparently, I decided to reply with a “fun” and somewhat defiant statement, and said, “Don’t tell me what to do.” (Of course, while doing what she told me to do.) LOL.
Of course this surprised her and then the Wicked Queen gave a wicked laugh. A laugh that let me know, that Jess had fully channeled her Wicked Queen. A laugh that said, “I’m going to fully enjoy spanking that attitude right out of your behind.” I almost instantly regretted my comment. But it was too late to take back.
Then my Queen addressed me…”Well, it’s no secret that you’ve been ridiculously atrocious. You’re behavior has been terrible. You’ve earned this spanking, haven’t you?” To which I replied, “Yes my Queen.”
Then she continued, “You have. So…you see these sandals? I’ve been wearing these leather sandals all day long, just to make them nice and warm, and pliable for you.” Then she reached down, brought her foot up to the side of the bed, and took the right one off.
She then had the leather sandal in her hand and uttered those fateful words, “Come and assume the position.” As my nerves were a bit rattled, I took a deep breath and did what she told me to. As I bent over her knee, I could feel her other leg wrap around my legs. A very daunting feeling.
Then she emphatically said, “THIS. Is what being bad feels like.” And with that, the sandal started landing HARD, and one swat right after another. After only 5 swats in, the grunts started escaping my mouth, as the sting was harsh and the pain cumulatively growing. I remember thinking, “Oh shit, this hurts SO BAD, and this is just the beginning of the spanking!” I then focused on just holding on to the top of the bed sheet as if somehow, that would help me get through the spanking. It didn’t. Going into this, and like many times before, I had thought that I would count the spanks, but my mind was racing, and the thought of counting was no where to be found. Just the pain associated with being bad. I also remember being surprised with how bad those sandals stung. I mean, I had felt them before, but to be honest, I had never been spanked like this with them. And she was laying it on without mercy.
The spanking continued SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK, each bringing intense sting with it. You can tell that these are dense leather sandals, simply by the sound of the smacks. And I felt every bit of that density. After 59 hard spanks with her sandal. She said quite sternly, “We’re not done. My belt wants a word with you. Go assume the position.” Though labored breath, I quickly and submissively responded, “Yes Mistress.” A throw back to the name I used to call her back when we first started doing the whole spanking thing.
I knew, and my butt sure knew that she was all business right now and in full Wicked Queen mode. So I quickly got to the spanking bench and bent over, with her right behind me, sandal still in her hand.
She tossed her sandal onto the floor to the right of me, and then used me to balance herself as she slipped off her other sandal. As she did this, she asked, “Do you like being bad?” To which I quickly responded, “No Ma’am.” Then she sternly stated, “You could’ve fooled me. You’re awful good at it.” She had slipped into her “belt whuppin'” sandals and walked to the left of me and said, “This is what happens when you’re bad. THIS. Is what being bad feels like.” Then she took off her belt, doubled it over and said, “Let me make something clear…you lose position, we will start over. Do you understand?” I couldn’t say “Yes Ma’am fast enough.” And repeated it twice, when I heard her say, “Good.” And without further warning, I heard the belt fly and land with a painful SMACK. And the swats kept coming, HARD and one right after another. Again, no thought of counting, only thoughts of OMG, this hurts more than I remember it hurting, and thoughts of staying in position no matter what. I did NOT want any extra swats on top of what was already coming, and I certainly didn’t want to annoy her in any way, shape or form. The belt kept landing and breaking me down. I have no idea how I was not full on bawling, but I was certainly broken down with tears in my eyes and making all kinds of sounds and noises. Grunts, cry outs, groans and whimpers. But I managed to stay in position and take the spanking I had earned.
After 26 hard lashes in a row, she walked over to the other and sternly said, “Do you enjoy being bad?” Again, I couldn’t answer her fast enough, “No Ma’am, no ma’am.” She questioned, “Are you sure?” “Yes Ma’am, yes ma’am, I’m so sure. I messed up.” I blathered out. And to which she quickly responded with, “Yes you did.” And the belt started landing from the other side.
Again, the belt was just tearing my backside up and nothing but regret and painful consequences were going through my mind & body as the spanking continued. Her backhand swats are just as wicked as her forehand. Or perhaps a little more, as her tempo on her backhand oftentimes speeds up. After 25 swats with the belt from that side, and I most assuredly sounded like I was on my way to full on crying with the belting stopped, and she said, “Don’t move. We’re not done.” After catching my breath, I got out, “I’m so sorry.” By this time, she was back to the left side of me and slipping into her paddling sandals.
She picked up the long wooden paddle with holes and said, “Stay still. Take the pain that you’ve earned.” Then while admiring the paddle, she continued, “It’s been a long time, since you’ve felt this one. As evident by your behavior.” And then the paddle landed HARD and the sting from what felt like a thousand bees, came along with it. And more groans and cry outs came from me.
And just like the sandal and the belt before it, the swats came down one right after another. In between one of the swats, she asked, “Who earned this spanking?” And then gave the swat. Of course I responded that I did, repeatedly and with broken voice. And then she said, “Hold still, or we will start over with you over my knee!” The words “Oh God”, escaped my lips at just the thought of starting this spanking over. She kept spanking. After a few more swats with the paddle, she asked, “Who’s in charge.” Again in broken voice, I quickly responded with, “You are, my Queen.” And the paddling continued. Near the end of the paddling, I was saying and repeating, “I’m sorry.” After 31 swats with that long paddle, she put it down and picked up the smaller paddle that we sell on our site, and said, “We’re going to have some fun with this one.
“What happens when you’re bad?” she questioned. I responded, “I get spanked.” She replied, “That’s right and laid on five hard swats with that smaller paddle with hole. I was amazed at how bad it hurt. She questioned a few other things and did my best to answer and to show my subservience with promises to be good. Then she gave another 3 hard swats, then said, “Five more. Count’em I wanna’ hear you.” I quickly replied, “Yes Ma’am.”
And the last 5 began. All hard and all hard to count through. At four, my voice was breaking as I said, “Four, thank you.” And she said, “I almost didn’t hear that one.” So I quickly repeated it being careful to say it louder.
After the last swat, she put her hand on the small of my back, and I felt her soft, gentle pat as she said, “You think you can be good?” To which I replied, “Yes Ma’am.” Then she leaned over and in a much softer voice and tone said, “You’re spanking is over.” Oh man, better words could not have been said to me at that moment.
She walked over to her chair/throne, and slipped off one of her sandals, and said, “Nose to toes Joseph. Nose to toes.” To which I quickly, obediently and endearingly went over and did. Grateful the spanking was over and once again reminded of the power she has, and the pain she can bring.
Note: The video ends with Jess saying “Nose to toes Joseph. Nose to toes.” There is not footage of me kissing her feet. See what I did there? 😉
One of our readers made a great comment that both the Queen and I thought was beautiful…
The original is in the comments. And we want to give full credit to reader: tabanyalar – Thank you again for this comment!
We slightly modified it as follows…
Today the Wicked Queen will awaken and unleash Her wrath. She will end one cycle of submission and initiate a new one.
Her spanking prowess will be unleashed; tears will flow, skin will be marked, submission will be restored, and helpless kisses of true devotion will be presented to Her soles while She looks on.
For Him…The maddening fear of the inescapable will be followed by pain, and pain will lead to submission.
It will be painful, cathartic, and beautiful.
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