I was spending the evening with S the other night and it was decided I would get one last harder spanking before my SCONY trip. That way if there was a little bruising it would all have time to fade before I got out there. He picked out the usual suspects from my box of implements and set them on the bed. I was lying down with him sitting next to me and he put one arm around my waist to secure me. He began spanking me with the leather paddle. My panties were still on but didn’t offer much in the way of protection anyway.
It started slower to warm me up but quickly got very stingy. He used his hand for a bit and then went back to the leather paddle. I said something about him being extra mean that day. After that comment he swatted even harder. Pretty much proving my point. Ahem. I squirmed and kicked my legs as he held on to me and kept going. I told him that I thought to a top being called mean was a compliment. Saying he was too nice would be something to get grumpy about.
I don’t think he was listening to me. And they say WE don’t listen! He grabbed the wooden paddle and continued with a flurry of hard swats. I could tell those ones would leave a mark. I unsuccessfully tried to turn to the side to save my rear end but his arm stayed firm around me. My bottom felt like it was on fire as the paddle came down again and again. My ooww’s were muffled into the pillow that I held onto. Finally he seemed to slow down and set the paddle on the bed. I snuggled closer to him as heat emanated from my bottom.
“If you think I’m going to say that you’re nice now, you can think again!” I laughed. Yeah, yeah. Keep your mouth shut, Lea. Well hindsight is great, isn’t it? He frowned at me and sat back up, grabbing the strap. I started to sit up and said “I’m just kidding with you!” ”Lay down,” he said sternly. Gulp. #$*% I did as he said. I braced myself as the strap bit into my sore flesh several times on each cheek. I howled into the pillow I had a death grip on and stayed in place. When he was done, again, he pulled me close to him. I rested my head on his chest and didn’t say a thing.