I had started this update the following day but then got sidetracked and am just getting back to finishing it. Here were my thoughts from the day after…
So, the whuppin’ came and went and here I sit, not as comfortable as normal as I’m still able to feel the lesson learned a few days ago. While this wasn’t one of the worst spankings of my life (thank goodness as that was becoming a trend), it was still worthy of the category “Woodshed Whuppin'”.
She had originally told me that she was going to use her meanest belt to spank me something that I dreaded but knew what to expect. She mentioned she might use the cane if I didn’t maintain position but I usually can and so didn’t think that would come to fruition. However, she took off her belt, doubled it over and laid it on the bed. Then she went to the closet and brought out the white cane as well and laid it next to the belt.
Without thinking I instantly pleaded, “But you said you were just going to use the belt?” To which she quickly and tersely responded, “I’ll spank you with whatever I damn well FEEL like spanking you with.”
She started off with a few lashes with the cane to “get my attention”, then went to the belt. She went back and forth with these two implements for a little, with all lashes and swats making me grunt or cry out. Then she went to the closet again and brought out the black leather punishment strap. SHIT! How the hell did I end up going from a belt whuppin’ to all this?!
Then she started with that, then the belt again, then the strap again, then finished with the cane. It was a rough spanking and tears were definitely in my eyes as I was whimpering and almost crying.
She finished by marking “X”s on my backside (the way I do on her when I tease her like I’m going to swat that spot), and she told me that each time I do that moving forward, is going to equal 10 lashes with whatever she wants, in rapid succession. She gave me the example that if I did 3 X’s on her but to be “cute”, that it would be 30 rapid swats/lashes in a row, and if I was LUCKY, she’d switch sides after 15. I believe her and don’t want to go down that road anytime soon.
The last count was thankfully only 5 and she gave them quickly with the cane. Then she told me to come here and I knelt and held her around her waist as she played with my hair. She didn’t have me kiss her feet this time but just told me to pick up and put everything away.
My Queen…always keeping me guessing!