Hi all, as most of you know, my Queen has asked me to post about the events that transpired on Friday, April 9th, 2021. If you’re new to the site or just happened upon this page, this is my follow up post to my Queen’s T-Minus Two Until Joey’s Butt is Blue.
So…here’s how it went down, one fine Friday afternoon…
Right before my Queen left the house, she came in to kiss me goodbye and told me that she wanted that timer up on one of my screens, up until it was “spanking time”. So with her by my side, and her hand on my shoulder, I pulled up the blog post on one of my monitors, and scrolled down to the timer as it relentlessly and ominously counted down. As soon as I saw it, I got that feeling of fear in the pit of my stomach as the spanking was just a few hours away. I also quickly remembered that I needed to go pull the cane out from soaking in water so that the excess water could drip out and water didn’t spray all over the room when she starts swinging the cane.
I looked over and sure enough, her belt was peeking out from her shirt looking at me.
She then gave me a kiss and said she’d be back after going to the store. “Be good,” she said with a smile on her face and then left the room. “Be good” I thought…freaking comedian.
So while I did have the timer up as instructed, it ended up getting buried by other tabs on the browser it was on as I went about my work. I got lost in work and those few hours flew by, then I got her text, “I’m on my way home.” We have a GPS service on our phones and so I pulled it up and could see she was about 15 minutes away. It’s an active GPS, meaning I can watch the movement of her car getting closer to our home by the second. Even though I’ve been spanked by her a 100+ times, that sense of impending doom is still always felt. Out of curiosity, I clicked on the tab with the active countdown time and saw it at:
And just like that, the sense of impending doom was compounded! I remember actually being somewhat amazed at how a little timer like that could have such an effect on my perception of the situation.
Anyway, I knew I needed to go prepare the woodshed. Even though she didn’t tell me to, from years of experience, I know that is the expectation and I didn’t want to give her anything else to spank me for. I knew I was in for a hell of a whuppin’ already. As you know by reading her last post, she had already decided on what she was going to spank me with her Italian leather belt:
Her Spencer paddle:
And the water-soaked cane.
She was already wearing her belt and her “belt whuppin'” sandals, so I just needed to get out the Spencer paddle and cane, along with their corresponding sandals.
After I finished getting the room ready, I went back and sat at my desk. She came home shortly thereafter and so I called out, “Hello my Queen. Do you need help unloading?” “No, but thank you.” she calmly replied. I could hear her moving things around in the kitchen and then I heard her yell out. “Come to the woodshed, young man.” “K.” was my less than enthusiastic replay. I got up and walked to the woodshed to accept my fate.
I got there and she was already there, sitting in her “Throne”. Lately, she’ll have me kneel in front of her as she recounts my transgressions. But this time she said, “Take off your shorts, underwear, and shoes and assume the position.” I didn’t question the change in protocol and quickly did as I was told. As I bent over the end of the bed, she got up and walked over to the left side of me. The side she normally starts spanking from. But she still had her belt on, so even though I felt the vulnerability of my bare butt being bent over the end of the bed, I knew the spanking was not about to start just yet.
In a very stern voice, she proclaimed, “You have committed crimes against the crown. Each of these crimes are reason for severe punishment, in and of themselves. So…for you to rack up several, tells me you need to learn a VERY severe lesson by way of a very harsh punishment.” She continued, does the accused have anything to say for himself?” I know better than to argue or try to plead innocent, because yeah…I did those things. And if I were to lie, she WILL give a whole other spanking AFTER the main spanking. I only had to learn that lesson once!
I knew I had earned what was coming and so I simply said, “I’m sorry, My Queen.” Her immediate response and almost to herself was, “Oh, you’re about to be.” And then the very familiar and ominous sound of her unbuckling her belt began. Followed by the slither sound the belt makes as she starts pulling it through the belt loops.
Knowing I am literally just moments from feeling the sting of her belt, I felt and saw her lean over next to me as she set her phone down on the bed in front of me. And on her phone was that damn timer counting down towards my butt’s execution. “It’s almost show time,” she stated.
She leaned back up but left her phone in front of me and together we watched as the last 10 seconds counted down to zero:
As the last second ticked to “0”, she said in a sing-song voice, “2000, zero zero party over oops, outta’ time.” And without a further word, I felt the ferocious sting of her belt as it landed. SMACK, and landed, and landed…SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.
I’ve been spanked many times with this belt before but this belting quickly took it’s toll on me and I could feel myself breaking down quickly. Then a few edge swats landed and I started crying. The belting was one of the worse, if not THE worst belting I’ve had. The swats kept coming consistently hard and one right after another. After 27 swats (able to count from the video afterwards), she walked over to the other side and laid on another 26, just as hard.
She tossed the belt in front of me, picked up the paddle that was on the bed, then slipped out of her belting sandals and into her paddling sandals.
And then she got into position on my left side and said, “Do you like being bad?” to which I of course quickly responded, “No Ma’am.” And then the paddle landed ~SMACK~ and this intense, searing sting came with it. I don’t know how to describe the sound that came out of my lips, but it was a cry-whimper-grunt type of thing. My mind was instantly racing as I had not remembered the paddle feeling this bad before. Then another swat landed with the same effect. ~SMACK~ I was back to crying just with the first two swats from the paddle, thinking, how am I going to get through the rest of this spanking? Another swat, immediately followed by her saying, “I think you are being bad, because you don’t remember what being bad feels like.” ~SMACK~ “THIS. ~SMACK~ Is what. ~SMACK~ Being bad. ~SMACK~ Feels like. ~SMACK~”. I was struggling to stay in position like never before as the sting of the paddle was so intense and painful. Then she said, “As you feel these next few swats, I want you thinking ‘This is what being bad feels like.’ Do you understand?” “Yes Ma’am,” I quickly responded. “What are you going to be thinking?” she sternly questioned. “This is what being bad feels like,” I responded. ~SMACK~ ~SMACK~ ~SMACK~ ~SMACK~ ~SMACK~ At this point, I’m crying pretty hard and tears are running down my face as I’m trying to think ‘this is what being bad feels like’.
She then tossed the paddle on the bed and while I was, for a moment, relieved that the paddle was likely done for the day, I immediately remembered that the cane was coming and just the thought of it made me want to cry. I wanted the spanking to be over. A true sign of a real spanking.
She slipped into her cane spanking sandals, which have a harder plastic bottom than the other two sandals and even though I knew what was coming, the sound confirmed it. And immediately thereafter came the whirring swish sound of the cane cutting through the air as she likes to do before staring to spank with it. Then I felt the cane lightly touch my butt. She was lining up the first lash.
“What are you supposed to be thinking, Joey?” she questioned. I knew this and quickly responded, “This is what being bad feels like.” As soon as I finished the sentence, the first lash landed. ~Swwiph~ “Uhhh,” I cried out. “What was that?” she questioned again. My mind raced as I knew as soon as I answered, I was going to get it again, but knew better than NOT to answer and responded again through a broken voice, “This is what, being bad feels like.” ~Swwiph~ “Again,” she commanded. “This is what being bad feels like.” I could hear my crying returning through my cracked voice. ~Swwiph~ ~Swwiph~ ~Swwiph~
Note:I was video taping on my phone and somewhere in the middle of the paddling, I ran out of memory and so I don’t have video to take stills from for the caning part of the spanking. 🙁
We’re starting to get more comfortable in doing these videos and stills, so there will be more coming. In fact, audio or video is possibly around the corner. I even bought a boom stand and microphone to position the mic above us when she is spanking me, to better capture the sound of the swats/lashes and our voices. And now back to the conclusion of this spanking…
There was no escape from the pain and I resigned myself to the remaining lashes, as my head dropped and I started to sob. Another lash landed ~Swwiph~ and another ~Swwiph~ and then it stopped. I felt her hand on the small of my back and heard her question but in a kinder voice. “What were you thinking, love?” I managed to quickly but still through a cracked voice say, “This is what being bad feels like.”
She petted my back and told me, “Your spanking is over.” She stepped back and I looked over my shoulder to see her on my left, looking at me, then she looked down at her foot. I knew exactly what that meant and got up from my bent over position and immediately down on my knees to kiss her outstretched foot. In my peripheral vision, I could see she was still holding the cane which was both a little frightening, but oddly sexy as I knew the spanking was over but could just feel the power emanating from her. She then had me get up, tossed the cane on the bed, and gave me a long, wonderful hug. She told me she loved me and gave me a kiss. Then she patted my butt and then walked out of the room.
As I was picking up the implements and putting them away, I reflected on the spanking I had just received. One of the worst ones in a long time. I also found it interesting in that normally she doesn’t do much talking when spanking me. She once stated to me in the past that she likes to let the implement “do the talking”. And let me tell you…those implements are well-spoken and sometimes verbose. But I can’t help wonder if my brain didn’t make a new association between pain and being bad. I believe so. Because as I type this, I can still feel my sore backside and in my head, I can hear, “This is what being bad feels like.”