Day 5 of 7 – The Spanking Bench! (Part 2)

We hadn’t really done much in the way of maintenance spanking or punishment either for that matter, mainly due to constraints in the house, limited alone time equals limited spanking time. Tom said I’m too noisy! Hence the sound proofing for the shed and the latest addition of a spanking bench!

Why we can’t just do OTK I don’t know but hey, since he asked Gray to step aside as disciplinarian, Tom’s in charge of this aspect so I have no say in it. I confess to being slightly curious though and just a little bit excited about trying the bench for the first time. At least I know I won’t be receiving a caning. I have mixed feelings on that subject but, hey, a spanking is still a spanking.

Anyway, Tom arrived to find me stood with my hands folded in front of me mimicking a good girl waiting for her instructions. I was only mimicking, he could see the defiance in my eyes and it wasn’t lost on him. He grinned, a full blown wide lipped grin that bared his teeth and reached his eyes. He was enjoying this!

‘You ready Gemma?’ He asked as he stepped behind me and began setting the bench up to his liking.

‘Suppose so’ I muttered sulkily I was still feeling robbed and conned.

He swatted my behind hard once with the flat of his hand. ‘Loose the attitude, or this will turn from maintenance to punishment, that means no play time later. I will not be happy about that either so your ass will pay for it.’

I bowed my head and wisely kept my mouth shut!

Finally satisfied everything was set up the way he wanted it he turned his attention back to me. ‘Strip naked and position yourself on the bench.’

My tummy curled with excitement and pussy began to sing her happy tune. I stripped naked in short time, and did as I was told. I knelt on the side benches and positioned myself on the top cushion, Tom had made some adjustments to it when it arrived because my arms didn’t reach the side arms properly. Oh yes, he also added straps to secure me in place!

Tom stepped up and attached the straps along each arm. He set to work strapping my legs into place too.

He moved back behind me and knelt down retrieving something from the shelf at the side of me. He fastened a leather belt around my waist and clipped it with quick release hooks to two eyelet bolt hooks he had screwed into the frame. I was going nowhere! I had zero wriggle room. My ass was gonna be toast!

‘Why do I have to be fastened in? It’s just a bloody maintenance spanking Tom.’ I was wriggling hard against my restraints but to no avail.

‘Because you wriggle and kick and pinch! Suck it up Gem, you brought it on yourself. Now, be a good girl and be quiet.’ His answer did little to mollify me. I hate being this out of control!

He walked around the bench and retrieved a polished wooden paddle from a row of implements hanging on hooks on the wall. He stood directly in front of my face and I belatedly realised, my mouth was at the perfect level for his cock! Bonus? I think so! Pussy contracted tightly at this realisation and I was getting very wet between my thighs which was not lost on Tom when he came back around to my jutting bottom.

I jumped as I felt his fingers stroke pussy for a moment and collect her juices. He leaned over my back and brought his finger to my mouth to suck. I obliged willingly. He growled deep in his throat and then pulled away from me.

The first stroke when it landed shocked me and I swore. My bottom exploded in twin points of pain, one on each cheek. This paddle covered them both at the same time. He waited a moment and then delivered the second stroke. I howled and tried to wriggle. The only thing I could move was my hips! This was not good at all!

The third stroke landed quickly followed by the fourth and I yowled and yelped and still tried to wriggle! I heard him chuckle behind me as the fifth stroke landed, covering my sit spot on both sides and I swore like a trouper at the stinging pain that exploded there. My bottom had set up a steady throbbing pain and I was very, very sore in no time at all. He delivered another 10 strokes before he ceased.

‘Well that works exceptionally well!’ I turned my head to see his face and he was grinning like a bloody Cheshire Cat!

Your paddle is a success!?! My ass is on fire and you’re happy because the damned paddle works well? Seriously!?!’

People, I need to learn when to keep my big mouth shut!

He turned his gaze onto me and smiled, ‘Yeah baby, it worked so well you can have it for 25 more after that little tantrum.’

He continued to spank me with the paddle for another 25 strokes, taking them across both cheeks and both thighs. I was yowling and swearing, I did everything I could to try and break my restraints! Cos y’know, I think I’m super woman or something! All I achieved was the humiliation of hearing him laugh at my puny attempts.

He appeared before me and hung up the paddle, he took down a long leather strap that looked extremely unforgiving and I began to tense my cheeks in anxiety. I was right to be anxious.

‘I wasn’t going to try this today, but given your temper tantrum is in full swing and I’m horny as hell watching you, I think we’ll carry on for a little longer. You ready Gem?’ I could hear the rasp in his voice, he really was turned on by this. I decided to stop fighting it and give in gracefully and take what was coming to me.

He stepped up behind me and the first stroke lifted me off my knees! I had nowhere to go and no way to avoid the next stroke or the next or the next. Jesus this stung like nothing else! My bottom was already hot and throbbing from the paddle spanking, this laid on top was excruciating and I was wailing in no time! Real tears began to fall as I sobbed and begged for him to stop, slow down, just stop, I was sorry… a whole host of laments came pouring out of me and fell on deaf ears. Tom had found his stride and he brought that strap home for 30 strokes before he stopped.

I was in a world of pain now, and I physically jumped when I felt his finger nails graze over my heated globes. Goose bumps rushed across the sensitive surface and he smacked them as they appeared. Short sharp slaps that sent shivers of pain through me. Pussy thought different and began to sing her siren’s song to me. I am a hopeless slave to my damned pussy! Less than a minute had passed and I was wet and throbbing and desperate for his fingers to sink inside me. He knew it too, he leaned over me and whispered in my ear.

‘Our pussy appears to be enjoying this, makes me think I’ve not been thorough enough…’

I immediately began pleading with him, ‘No! No more please, I’m so sore Tom, please don’t spank me anymore now.’

‘Uh huh, so why is pussy so wet Gem?’ He chuckled behind me as he ran his fingers along her swollen lips. He didn’t push through though and I tried to push back but couldn’t push back far enough. I decided right there I didn’t like this blasted spanking bench one bit!

Tom laughed and moved to the left side of the bench. I watched as he set a clamp up at the end of the work bench and then attached the rod to it for the spanking machine.

‘What are you doing? Why are you setting the machine up? I don’t need anymore spanking Tom, I promise I’ll be good baby.’ I whined and cajoled and pleaded. Deaf ears again!

He appeared in front of me and crouched down so he was face to face with me. He kissed the tears from my cheeks before he said ‘I want to try something, I don’t want to cane you, you say you want to be caned, so I’ve found a way we both get what we want. He smiled a really, really wicked smile before he stood up again and reached for the cane.

My eyes were as big as saucers! Please remember the machine works in increments of time not count! The lowest amount of strokes I would receive in a minute would be 20 if he had it on the lowest speed setting! My ass really was toast!

I began to cry properly now, it had been a long time since I had been spanked this thoroughly and with such force too. I really didn’t want the caning right now.

‘Baby please, don’t do this now, I’ll take it later I promise, but please no more now. I really am sore.’ I begged quietly hoping it would reach him.

‘Do you want to use your safe word Gem? All you have to do is say it and we stop. Right now. I promise.’ He was crouched down in front of me and I could see the sincerity in his eyes.

I have never used my safe word for a spanking! I took the 20 with the cane! Bastard. He knows how to work me. He crouched and watched my face for the whole 20 strokes. He kissed the tears away from my cheeks before he stood up and released me from the bench.

I stumbled to my feet and grabbed my behind and danced on the spot for 5 minutes. I was sobbing and howling. He came up behind me and wrapped me up in his big arms and lifted me. He sat down on a stool and held me until I stopped crying. He stroked my head, my back, spoke quietly and soothingly to me until I had calmed down. Then he kissed me.

Damn if that kiss didn’t set off a whole chain of events that also included the spanking bench, but for a whole different purpose!