Post Number: 721
|Posted on Tuesday, October 17, 2006 - 11:29 pm: ||
So I did get a long overdue spanking yesterday for general bratty behavior, but moreover for falling asleep without taking the second dose of my medication, whish is more what the punishment was for, and man it was horrific! I got the paddle, the switch, the junior cane, a small heavy otk strap, and a double-thickness spanking strop all in one session! It’s a wonder I can even sit now!
Jake was angry with me for falling asleep earlier in the week and skipping a dose of my medication; I knew the spanking was coming eventually but the worst spankings are the ones that you know about and are coming… they just haven’t come yet. Well that is exactly what this spanking was. I knew about it, I knew it was coming, and the only other thing I could tell you, apart from its going to hurt, was that it would eventually come when I was felling better… and haunt me, gazing in the shadows until then.
So basically in addition to having to get better, I had this spanking glaring in the background, omnipresent, shaping my destiny and thoughts, molding my every direction and move. I had to worry about getting this horrific spanking and I knew it was going to be atrocious because Jake doesn’t consider not taking medication lightly; in fact, he spanks ridiculously hard for it! Hard enough that I was in tears for long after and hard enough that I’m seriously bruised the day after. I am not mincing any words when I say that my bottom throbs! I’m also not kidding when I say that I wished I had taken my medication and I can say with pure honesty that should I forget to do so again, it will not be in the near future.
My punishment lasted thirty minutes and I think that is the longest discipline spanking I have ever received if I am not mistaken. By the time it began, I was begging for it to be over but the end was nowhere in sight; trust me guys, I was way far from the end… I was so far, my bottom had barely gotten blistered. However, Jake certainly made sure that it was. He made sure that this spanking would stick with me for a good long time, and I am positive it will… or at least every time I look in the mirror!
On a more serious note though this is a spanking that I will remember for a very long time and not only because I’m sure I will be reminded every time I look in the mirror, but because I think this was not only the hardest strapping I have ever received, but I can certainly say that I am more than familiar with the phrase, “When I get through with you, you won’t sit down for a week,” which Jake said before the onslaught commenced.
Jake didn’t make any bones nor waste any time with this punishment. He didn’t bother to set lights up, nor film this punishment as he just wanted to get on with it as soon as I was well-enough. Part of me just wanted to get it over too but had I known it would have been anything like it was, I would have never signed up for this one… then again, now that I think about it, I really didn’t have much of a choice, now did I? Wait… when did I sign up?
Jake began this punishment with a maple paddle. He first used this evil paddle like a hairbrush and repeatedly smacked my burning bottom over and over as I cried and begged him to stop. Had I known there were four other implements left to go, I probably wouldn’t have even bothered. However, I kicked, wriggled, and yelped nonetheless, but to no avail. This only ended up getting me pinned more with his leg no over me holding me down so I could move even less, with my right arm held against my back for trying to cover. If I remember aptly my left arm was just flailing and grabbing the chair or his left ankle now and then. Oh how I hate paddles, especially wooden ones and my bottom was getting it good this time!
I screamed and cried, writhing in pain, begging for clemency but Jake wasn’t hearing any of it. He just kept paddling with even more fury and fire. My bottom burned like molten lava and my pleas fell on deaf ears as the spanking just continued.
Finally the paddling ceased and I just fell limp as my body had been so tight and arched during the spanking. A feeling of relief settled over my body, thinking the spanking was done, only to learn I would soon be in complete disillusion as Jake was about to tell me he was going to go get more from the implement chest and closet, and I was to wait there for him to come back. How this terrified me! I mean I was already a hysterical mess, with my bottom so on fire I couldn’t think straight, knowing I was about to get much more punishment coming my way.
Next came the thick otk strap which he furiously applied to my naughty bared bottom. I screamed for mercy but there was none to be had. And if that wasn’t bad enough, the hardest strapping of my life was to follow with a double-thick spanking strop that raised welts in my bottom, still visible now.
Jake gave me thirty with the spanking strop as I bent over and grabbed the chair. Prior to my bending over, he told me I might want to grab the handles of the chair for support and that he wanted me fully bent over with my elbows on the chair. Can you imagine? I was desperate looking for a way out and then told I am going to get thirty with this evil tool of destruction as I am bent over with my skin taught ready and awaiting this punishment! This was not just!
By the time Jake finished with the thirty I didn’t know whether I was coming or going and I certainly didn’t think I was going to even be able to sit down again; yet I was to learn I had still a round with the switch and the junior cane to go. Hearing this pleased me nonetheless.
I don’t remember much of the switching because I didn’t have to count and probably by this time, I was such a mess I didn’t even know what was going on. He just switched my thighs and raw bottom over and over with fire and fervor. I have no idea how many he gave me but I do know that it just kept going and going… much like the Energizer Bunny. The pain in my bottom and thighs just kept growing and becoming fiercer in intensity as I sobbed relentlessly just begging for it to be over.
Finally the switching stopped but I knew the punishment wasn’t over as I saw the junior cane out, staring at me with evil eye and intention. I knew what it was thinking! What I didn’t know though was that instead of the standard twelve that Jake normally gives me, he was going to make this punishment extra-special and give me 24, and was so kind to tell me before it started that he was going to give me “24 of the best.”
I knew better then to ask for reprieve at this point nor to do anything to evade this so I just bent over the chair again and held on for dear life, knowing that this caning would leave raised welts on my bottom that would remind me to take my medication for days.
24 of the best? You know this is a really evil and cruel saying because it’s 12 or 24 of the best possible strokes one wields, applying pain to another’s bottom. And when you break this down even further you’re really saying that these 12 or 24 are indicative of the best possible damage one is doing to another’s bottom. Semantics? I think not. Pure rhetoric.
Now, onto the junior cane. There is a lot to be said for this wicked tool of obliteration! Not only is it evil but it is complete and utter deception just by its given name: the junior cane! Because it is the “junior cane,” you might think it’s not that bad, and even more proof to that would be the fact that the same exact company sells a cane which they say is more wicked, and would seem so by its given name, the “disciplinary cane.” Well, let me tell you, I do not know which is worse because they are both evil and ghastly in their own right.
The disciplinary cane is longer and thinner and definitely whippier but the junior cane, while perhaps looks less intimidating, is just as much, as I found out after yesterday. This thing hurts like the devil! It is shorter but much thicker so when the spanker uses it with force, the poor bottom is left raised, throbbing, aching, and later bruised, as I would soon find out.
My bottom is unbelievably sore and whatever crap others tell you about getting to a point in the spanking where it doesn’t hurt is crap… or at least for me! The felt this entire spanking: beginning to finish, the alpha to the omega, and let me tell you, the pain just got fiercer and fiercer, and I am unbelievably sore today! I feel it immensely today, and as Jake said, “I wouldn’t sit comfortably for a week,” and you know something, I probably won’t.
This caning was particularly terrible not only because of my already tender and sore bottom but because of the fact that Jake usually uses the disciplinary cane and don’t get me wrong, that hurts a lot, but it is a much stingier pain, whereas the junior cane is thick and can leave a much thuddier pain and it is in a very pointed area.
Again I was told to bend over the chair, grasp the handles and await the last of my punishment, the ultimate in retribution for my misdeeds. My fate would soon be sealed with 24 of the best with a wicked tool.
The cane used to be my favorite implement and I must say that it certainly is not anymore. I think it was because of my fascination with it and because of just the implement itself… well having been caned now for almost a year, I can honestly say the thrill is gone! Over… been there, done that! I used to think I liked the strap too but after yesterday, not a fan of that one either. Yup, I can honestly say I hate all implements and they are wicked and evil!
Hope you enjoyed reading!
The Princess of Spanking™
Post Number: 922
|Posted on Wednesday, October 18, 2006 - 07:30 am: ||
"Do I have to be good ALL the time?"
Post Number: 171
|Posted on Wednesday, October 18, 2006 - 02:01 pm: ||
this might be an understatement, but... OUCH!
Some day you'll spank me... er thank me for this!
Post Number: 722
|Posted on Thursday, October 19, 2006 - 01:43 am: ||
LOL, seriously ouch! hope you liked the read...
The Princess of Spanking™
Post Number: 4
|Posted on Saturday, January 13, 2007 - 11:54 am: ||
i certainly enjoyed reading about your spanking. it sounds like you have a wonderful man there and one that knows how to treat a lady when she needs to be disciplined. i am sure you will be a better person for it. lots of love, kat
Post Number: 111
|Posted on Thursday, March 08, 2007 - 11:13 pm: ||
Wow... I winced with each paragraph. How on earth did you stay on your feet?
This is one thread I am certainly not going to share with my man. I just don't think he needs to know.
Post Number: 1746
|Posted on Friday, March 09, 2007 - 11:48 am: ||
Katie has a butt of steel, or at least she says she does....sounds like it to me!!