|The weapon of ass destruction!|
If you are new to this and want the background, it really starts at Julie in for a Severe Paddling! (part 1). Long and short of it is that I somehow managed to talk myself into seeking a "for real" paddling from a gal pal of mine, Tracy. This happened Thursday evening at 6pm, and this is how it went down.
All day before (at work) I was incredibly nervous. The butterflies in my tummy were nuts. I would do a little bit of work and forget about it for a time, but as soon as I came up for air I would remember what was slated to happen in the evening, and the butterflies went crazy again. I kept saying to myself, "oh my goodness, I'm actually getting a real spanking tonight".
I left work around 5:15pm and drove over to Tracy's place. The entire way I was thinking about my imminent paddling. I arrived with a few minutes to spare and just hung out in the car. Then right on the dot of 6pm I walked up and rang Tracy's doorbell. My heart was beating practically outside of my chest!
She opened the door, and we both were a little nervous and embarrassed. We hugged, and she had me come in. She told me she had sent her husband and kids out to dinner and a movie. The kids had asked why Mommy was not coming, and John, her husband, who knew what was planned, said, "Mommy has an old friend visiting tonight." Ha!
She was all smiles, but then she suddenly got all serious (more like "mock serious") and said "you owe me $18 for the service and $20 for gas money!" She sounded a little pissed off, and I quickly gave her $40. She said, "you have no idea the trouble this package caused me!"
She went on to say how the service normally asks her if she wants packages staged in the US and then shipped in a batch to save on shipping. They did not ask this time and she assumed it would therefore come straight through. So when it wasn't arriving she had to phone and phone and didn't get through. Then she got a notice that it had arrived, and she thought that meant in Mississauga (effectively a distant suburb of Toronto), so she drove out to the depot to get it (a fair drive) and it wasn't there. It was still waiting in the US. So she was pissed off but cleared that up in person, and told them to ship it ASAP. But then there was the question of whether tax was owing and ensuring there was no contraband in the package, so she had to admit it was a small wooden paddle she was waiting for, and it was a gift. She says that was highly embarrassing for her. They apologized for the mixup and told her they would ship it to her, but only by Friday. She told them no, she needed it for Thursday, and explained it was for a "photo shoot" and she needed that exact paddle, no other would do. So they agreed to put a rush on it and hold it for her, so she had to drive out again on Wednesday to get the paddle. And everybody there now knew what it was and no doubt assumed Tracy was some kind of spanking porn producer! Ha!
So I was getting a bit nervous because Tracy did not seem in a mood to play around. She was joking how I was REALLY going to get it!
She fixed us both non-alcoholic drinks: cranberry juice with bubbled-up soda water and a squirt of lime on the rocks. We didn't say much to each other at all during this. Just some very small (and awkward) talk. She showed me into the living room. There was a big oversized footrest pushed back against the two-seater couch. Sort of like this.
But it was pushed up right against the couch so we had to sit on the edge of the footrest. She had some big comfy blankets folded up on there as well. I realized that she had per-arranged this as my spanking spot!
We sat, but then she jumped up and grabbed the paddle and sat down with it. She said how beautiful the paddle was and showed it to me. Oops, she was supposed to open it in my presence, but I had neglected to mention that to her. Of course she was going to open it. Why not? The thought also passed through my head that she had no doubt shown it to her husband, John, as well, so he has seen the instrument of my correction!
It is gorgeous, that paddle. It's much lighter than I thought it would be, which I thought was a good thing. It's maple on the inside and exotic hardwood laminated on the outsides, so it's light, but hard, which it turns out is very important!
She asked me to explain again about this paddle, and I told her the whole story. I explained how I usually spank my husband david, and her ears really perked up at that. She asked me all sorts of questions about that. Like when I started, how I got into it, when do I do it, and so on. I answered some but didn't want to get into the whole thing then and there, but said that if she was interested, she could come by some time and watch me spank him, and she said "I would love that!" Wow! david will be happy. Tracy is a dish!
Well then we got to talking about my paddling. She asked me why I wanted to be paddled? I explained to her that I wanted to understand more about this stuff from the other end, that I wanted to experience all the anticipation and sensations. I told her that I didn't want it to be david doing that, as it would screw with our dynamic, nor did I want it to be any man at all, as I did not want to be unfaithful to david, and was a bit intimidated by male energy that way. She TOTALLY got it.
I asked her if she had any experience at all with spanking? She said absolutely none at all outside of reading "30 Shades" but was very intrigued.
I told her that the man who made the paddle had also sent a letter along that he thought might be helpful. I handed her the letter in an envelope, telling her I had read it and consented to everything in it, which is incredibly embarrassing for me to do, by the way, which I told her.
She welcomed the letter, and started reading it. She actually read it aloud to me. I'll reproduce the letter here in blue, and intersperse what she said in red, and then provide my commentary in regular black.
Re.: The paddling of Julie
First of all, let me say thank you, Tracy, for agreeing to extract my payment from Julie's little butt.
Oh.. "little butt" Stand up. Let's see. Yup it is little!
I thought that was a little flirty of her?
I do not know your experience level in administering a spanking.
In case you are new to it, below are some suggestions. Of course, please feel free to do whatever and only as much as you are comfortable with. Julie has of course read this letter, and her handing it to you is her consent.
This is really good! It makes it all easier.
So you agree. Anything in here goes?
1) Tell her to remove her clothing. ALL OF IT.
Oh my! This will be fun.
There she is again! Flirting!!!
Wait there's more...
If she is shy about it or slow about it, a sharp hand smack to her upper thighs will motivate her. Go ahead and get her to do that now before reading on.
Ok. You heard it. Strip girl!
So I start undressing. I have a dark floral patterned knee length dress on. I pull it off. I'm down to my bra and panties. Then I hesitate and look pleadingly at her. I admit it. I was bratting. I wanted to see what she would do...
Come over here.
I walked over to her SMACK! Ouch! She smacked the front of my right thigh. SMACK SMACK Ouch Ouch! She smacked the front of my left thigh and the back of my right thigh. SMACK SMACK. Ouch! two more to the backs of my thighs.
"Ok Ok Ok!" I said. She didn't say anything. She just smiled seeing the smacks having the desired effect! She didn't need to say anything...
I unhooked my bra and pulled it off. She was staring at me with a smirk on her face.
I actually blushed. I could feel the blush in my cheeks! I peeled off my panties and put them aside. I covered my pussy and my tits with my hands.
What are doing? Let's see you. Come on. Hands down.
Oh Jeez! I dropped my hands and exposed my front side to her completely. I had waxed previously and so my pussy was completely clean. I felt very conscious of my little pudenda sticking out at her!
Do a turn for me (she spun her index finger in the air as she said this)
I slowly turned, showing her my bare backside, and then turned back.
Flirting again? Yummy!
Suggest you keep her facing you, displaying her considerable charms, while you read the rest of this letter.
Considerable charms indeed!
2) Open the package containing the paddle. Show it to Julie.
Already taken care of.
Let her know she will be feeling it later on her backside. Allow her to handle it.
She handed me the paddle and told me to hold onto it.
3) After the letter reading, have her face the wall for 10 minutes, by the clock, to contemplate her fate. Take a pic of her in the corner as a "Before".
Oh no! A timeout! I put my daughter in timeout when she's been naughty. I actually have a naughty spot for her. Just over there, in the kitchen. Should we use that? Just like my nine year old?
Oh my gosh. Later on in the letter Sir added the phrase "like a sassy 10 year old". He missed it by only one year! I said, "except she's not naked! I hope!"
No, she gets to keep her clothes on. Unlike you, little missy! And, also unlike you, I don't spank my kids. Although sometimes I sure feel like I want to! Tell you what, I'll take it out on your bottom then I won't want to anymore, ok?
I like that! "Yes Ma'am!" I like that. Let's see what else it says.
4) Prepare the room for her spanking. I suggest a good straight back chair. I'm sure she will hate being spanked bare over the knee like a sassy 10 yr. old.
Close! More like a nine year old! Ha! Let's see. A straight backed chair. I though we could do it right here...
"That'll be fine." I knew she had it set up for that!
5) Call her to you and put her across your knee. If you are feeling merciful, you may give her a hand spanking to warm up her butt.
Hmmm. Will that help?
"Yes Ma'am. It will warm up my butt so that I can take more paddling."
I like the sound of that. Ok. I'll do that. I am feeling "merciful".
6) Once you have her full attention, then start in with the paddle. I expect the end result to be a very, very red butt. A good sign of a job well done is tears. I suggest 24 sound strokes.
Tears. Yes. But I'm not stopping at 24. I'll stop when I want to. I don't care what he says.
"No... Keep reading,"
7) HOWEVER the 24 strokes is MY due. You may feel free to add up to double if you feel necessary to take your "pound of flesh" as well.
That's more like it!
Feel free to choose a different position for her remaining strokes if you choose.
I might just.
8) After you are sufficiently satisfied that the paddle has been paid for IN FULL, and that you too have been compensated for your time, please then take one or more "After" pictures with her butt and the paddle in frame.
I'll do a whole photo shoot of that pretty little butt.
There she goes again. She thinks my butt is pretty! Yay! "Can you use my phone for that, please?" I asked.
Of course. I suppose you wouldn't want me showing those photos to John, now would you?
No Ma'am (actually... the thought kind of excited me, but my common sense won out! What's with this humiliating stuff all tied into the experience. What makes sexual humiliation so exciting???)
Julie seems to crave the experience, and has agreed that if the pictures do not show a sufficiently well-blistered bottom that I will be requiring her to do it again. So you WILL NOT be doing her a favor by going light. I expect her to know and feel this for several days.
Ok. You read this before, right. And that's what you want?
Ok. You're 'gonna get what you asked for, young lady.
If you confine the intense paddling to her lower butt cheeks, the plump undersides of her ass, there will be no chance of injuring her. The photo below shows the safe area (and the desired results).
Ok. I see, just down here, right? Is that the right spot?
As she said this she patted my bum cheeks right on the right spot!
"Yes. Yes, just there."
And that's the amount of damage I'm aiming for?
You're sure about this?
"Yes Ma'am" She shook her head.
Ok.. if that's what you want...
If you spank where indicated, you may feel confident in paddling hard but safely. For further safety's sake, Julie must have a "safeword", which is "Red". If she uses her safeword you must stop and check-in with her.Wow! That was hard to get through. And I was standing there bare butt naked the whole time, blushing up a storm.
I knew that from "30 Shades". But I thought you'd have a word like "Rutabaga" or something.
"Just plain Red works," I said, "like a stoplight".
Thank you so very much for your assistance, Tracy. As you can well imagine, I am very much looking forward to receiving those photos from Julie to pin up above my woodworking bench.
I'll bet he'll be doing more than "wood working" looking at those!
And, if it's not too much trouble, I would be delighted to hear from you by means of a short email via Julie and let me know your impressions and how our sassy little girl behaved during her spanking.
Ok. We'll see. Maybe.
"Ok, so turn around. Face the wall. Ten minutes timeout for you," she said.
Oh My Gosh. I didn't think she would actually make me do that!!! I thought she would just laugh that part off. Especially after what she had just said about her kids and their "naughty spot!"
"Let me get a picture. Where's your phone?" she asked. I pointed to it. "Unlock it for me." I put in the code and showed her what it was. Not very high security, I know!
"Ok... here's the before picture..."
"Very pretty... can't wait to spank those chubby little cheeks!"
Hey! Not so chubby! Ok... maybe I need to hit the gym a bit harder... I've been so busy lately!
And then... she just left me there! She just freaking left me there!
"10 minutes," she said. "I'm timing!" She sounded very pleased with herself as she said that. I thought surely she'd get tired of this game and come back for me before that? Nope! I did the full freaking ten minutes with my nose against the wall. THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR INCLUDING THAT PART, DADDY!!!
I got a little bored standing there. And I started thinking about what had gone on up to then, and what was yet to come. And standing there in abject humiliation... so... My hands were down and crossed in front of me... so... I rubbed my pussy. Just a bit... I guess that's why an experienced Dom makes a girl put her hands on her head in timeout. So I pushed my nose more into the wall, and i stuck my butt out, and i rubbed my clit, and i sort of gyrated my butt a bit (yes.. on purpose... I'm a brat, aren't I???)
"Are you... Are you... playing with yourself?" she asked in mock outrage.
"yes ma'am.." i said in a meek voice.
"You do not play with yourself while in timeout, missy! Get those hands to your sides, where I can see them!"
"Ohhhhh..." I said, sounding disappointed.
"You're finding this sexual, are you?" she asked.
Just the way she asked that, it was like a rhetorical question. I mean, Duh!
"We'll see how sexy it is when I start using that paddle on your butt!"
"Six more minutes..."
"Three more minutes..."
"One more minute..."
"Ok. Times up. Get over here."
Phew! So that's what a timeout is like? And that was only ten minutes! Felt like a very long time to be cooling my jets. But towards the end I sort of sunk into it and the time went faster. There is NO preserving any sense of dignity when you are bare assed naked in the living room (I mean, totally bare: ass, tits, pussy, tummy, back, legs, ...) nose in the corner, waiting for your spanking!
She was sitting in the center of the big Ottoman and had the paddle in her hand. She put the paddle back behind her to her left. I draped myself across her knee, blushing like a schoolgirl! She started using her hand to slap my butt. Pretty light smacks all over. My lower legs were supported by the Ottoman. My breasts were just hanging off the edge of it. My head was near the ground and my hands were in front of me, holding me up. I stuck my butt up in the air across her lap as she spanked me...
"Someone's liking this!" she said as she slapped away. Was she referring to herself or me? I certainly was!
The smacks got a little harder, but nothing major. She warmed up my butt really nicely, as if she'd been doing this for years.
She spanked a bit harder and spontaneously went into a daughter role play: "Are you going to clean up your room when you're told to, young lady?"
"yes mommy," I said ("Mommy" - blush)
"All your dirty laundry in the hamper? Every time from now on?"
She stopped my spanking.
"Ok, young lady... It's that time. What time is it?" she asked.
"paddle time?" I answered.
"That's right!" She picked up the paddle and she started rubbing it over my ass. Down low just where the letter said. The paddle was surprisingly cool. And the surface, I could already tell, felt hard.
I felt the paddle leaving my butt. And then nothing... nothing... then WHACK!
FUCK!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!
That paddle hurt SO freaking much!!!
And that was just, FUCKING, number 1!!!!
"That stung did it?" she asked with a giggle. Hells yes it "stung". That's the most giant understatement of my life!!! WHACK!!!!
She didn't even scale it back! Number 2 was every bit as hard as number 1! No way I would last through 24 of these!!
"Get back here," she said. I didn't know I was doing it, but my hands were pulling me away from her and from that GOD DAMNED PADDLE.
"Oh no no no please no!" I said as she pulled me back into place across her knee and put her free arm around me tightly.
"Is that a Red?" she asked?
"no..." I said with a quivery voice.
AAAAAARGHHHH!! HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!
I was breathing hard and fast. My heart was racing. I could literally feel the adrenaline, the endorphins, pumping through my body.
I really, really apologize for my language above. But that's what went on inside my screaming mind, and some of that came out so Tracy could hear. And, it's the only language I can use that actually conveys what I was feeling, for real, during those first 24 paddle strokes. It was like a fire on my ass. I didn't know what was happening to my ass, but it sure felt like it was being blistered by that paddle. A bare-assed paddle blistering. A very, fucking, efficacious punishment.
I don't know how I did it, but I took all 24 of those ridiculously painful paddle strokes. Tracy kept them all exactly where Sir had said. Down on the lower butt cheeks. The left cheeks ones, the near cheek ones, were the worst. Although she learnt how to do the far cheek as well. And some she did right up the middle. I thought it would be nice to be paddled right up the middle, so close to my pussy. Believe me, I WAS NOT thinking about my pussy, and I mean AT ALL, during that paddling!
Sex, and sexiness, was the furthest thing from my mind. My whole world had collapsed to getting through my paddle strokes. When the paddle was in the air, the total fear of the next stroke. When it smacked down, the red hot fiery burn. Then the pain. Oh my gosh, the pain.
I got through them all and just lay there across her lap. It was so good that it was over! She had me stand up, which I did shakily, and then put me back down onto the Ottoman where her lap had been a moment ago. She placed the paddle carefully across my lower back, and snapped a picture
Ok, I know what you're thinking. It's barely red. I don't know why! There is no way that degree of marking is anywhere near representative of the amount of pain that little FUCKING GOD DAMNED PADDLE delivered. And I am honestly not bullshitting here. That was the most painful thing I had ever experienced in my life. I thought I was going to have a heart attack with the amount of adrenaline pumping through me. Well... keep reading. It, and my butt, gets worse!
"So that was his 24, now it's my turn!" She said this gleefully. She rearranged us so that I was back across her knee again and then WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! OMG it started again! She gave me another 24, every bit as hard as the first 24! These were somehow more tolerable. Maybe I was used to it. Maybe the endorphins had kicked in more. Maybe my butt was getting numb? Don't get me wrong. Still hurt like a motherfucker.
"Nope... Not marked up enough yet..." She was going after the photo as her reference! ANOTHER 24!!! WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK... After that set she had me pose for another picture.
I did not know at the time. But I can see now. Getting closer!
"Let's change positions!" She said cheerfully. Oh no!!!! It should have been over! More than over. It was already three sets of 24!!! How about that you may give her up to double in the letter???? I didn't say anything. I was in her hands. I would submit to her until she decided my paddling was over.
She told me to lie on my back on the Ottoman. Oh no! Oh yes! She grabbed my ankles in her left hand, lifted them up and back, and started paddling me with her right! Everything, and I do mean everything, was exposed to her! I wiggled like crazy, and moved my butt around to avoid the smacks, and even put my hand down there so she had to make me move it. What a bare pussy show I must have put on for her, clear as day under the bright light of the living room, as I writhed around under her paddle. My pussy gaping and moaning. My asshole winking at her! And the paddle strokes. OMG. The paddle strokes!!!! She gave me the full measure of 24 in the horribly humiliating diaper position. I blush now thinking how she must have told John about it!
She made me pose for a picture. She insisted the paddle be where she placed it. Sorry guys... At least one of us here has a little class (and it ain't me, obviously!)
That's the Ottoman I'm lying on. It has a soft blanket covering it. and you can see Sir's letter and the envelope in the background on the black leather sofa.
She then stood me up, and made me face the Ottoman and bend over so my elbows were down and and my forearms were flat on the Ottoman, and gave me a final 24 paddle strokes in this way bent over position.
In total, I got 5 sets of 24. So 120 paddle strokes!!! She had me stand and face the wall with the paddle in my hands for the "After" photo. Before and after.
|Let this be a warning to naughty girls everywhere!|
I sent the photos to Sir already, and he was satisfied with them. He knew that his paddle would not cause the sort of deep bruising I saw in some of the photos on the web, because he favours a lighter paddle. But the pain in the skin nerve endings from that hard, hard wood is absolutely out of this world!
I can tell you for 100% certain, that if I grew up in a household where my Daddy had a paddle like that, I would be one very well behaved girl around Daddy!!!! A spanking with that paddle on the bare is something to be avoided at all costs.
After the photos were all taken, I put down the paddle and Tracy and I hugged. She stroked me nicely. Sensuously. Comforting me. I kissed her on the cheek and she kissed me on the cheek back. I pulled back my head and looked at her straight on, and I kissed her on her closed lips.
"Mmmm" she said as I did that, and then she gave me a smack on the bottom and said, "You, young lady, need to get dressed now!"
But the way she said it? And the way she responded to the quick kiss on her lips? And how she was running her hands down my flanks and across my butt? It's like, she was being the mature one in the situation. Putting a stop to something she would very much want to continue. I don't know if that means never, or just not right now. Time will tell, I guess. She certainly did not shut the door!
I got dressed and she asked me how it was, and I told her that it hurt like hell but that it was an amazing experience. She laughed at how hard she had to pin me down over her lap as my hands were clawing the floor, scampering to get my butt away for that paddle. She asked me if she had done a good job. I assured here she had!
We hugged and kissed cheeks again and then I walked, stiffly I might add (!) to the car and drove home.
When I got home, david was there and asked me how was my paddling? I told him he had better watch out because I have a new found appreciation of what turns a subbie's crank! david, of course, wanted to see the damage. I was feeling quite stinky though, and really needed a shower, so I told him he could see afterwards. I showered and then he had a peep. I asked him to take a photo as a souvenir, and so he took one more that evening...
|Really now, can any man find this sexy? Really?|
A thoroughly spanked woman?
He was impressed, anyways!
We cuddled in bed and I told him all about the experience. I'm sure Tracy did the same thing with her husband, John. She told me she would.
I reminded david (as if he needed it!) that he still had a treat coming tomorrow evening. In fact, that just happened, just before I put the final touches on this post and hit the Submit button. I'll process my feelings a bit more and tell you more about what I learned from my experience, and about my butt fucking, on the next post.