After my heavy duty weekend with June and six sharp strokes from Graham, I was feeling very out of sorts with myself. I was sore, exhausted and just plain wiped out from the sudden micro-interest in my discipline. Two Spankers is way more than I want, or need for that matter. I had to let one of them go and it had to happen before the upcoming weekend. That kind of told me which one I would be letting go actually, I had already decided that I needed to back away from June a little bit. A weekend of fun and games once every so often was great but June was gearing up for an every weekend kind of deal and I wasn’t up for it. I was still very much running with the commitment phobia and June was looking for a committed relationship with me. Not happening. All good things must come to an end. I texted her. I’m not proud of the fact I was ending things via text, but I knew if I let her come this weekend she would break down my argument and I would end up giving in to her. I couldn’t even stop Graham from resuming a spanking regime, there was no way I could stop June once she was here!

It didn’t go well. She phoned me as soon as my text landed. She was furious with me. She railed and ranted and cajoled and pleaded and in the end as predicted, I gave in. I told her she could come over in two weeks time and we would discuss things then, once I had enough distance from it all. Satisfied she had rescued something, she rang off. I sighed heavily and switched the phone off. I was going off grid for a few days peace and quiet. I needed time to regroup and work out what I was going to do.

Yeah, that was never on the cards was it? Pigs flying again I believe!

Graham was first to break into my off grid time with an email. He was really getting into the idea of setting a spanking regime via the Random Punishment Selector. https://animeotk.com/punishment.php I was really beginning to wish I had never told him about it now and I opened the attachment with some trepidation.

I was right to feel that way.

~Random Punishment Selector~

Punishment Certificate This certificate dictates that Gemma, for the reason of: Maintenance Spanking will receive the following punishment. Three sets of spankings. Set One: 51 swats with a hairbrush and Gemma Bending over the desk Set Two: 11 strokes with a cane and Gemma Bending over the desk Set Three: 55 swats with a Jokari Paddle and Gemma Bending over the desk. These spankings will be carried out with Gemma’s bottom bare. In addition, Gemma will receive the following extra punishments:  20 minutes of corner time No orgasms for one week commencing immediately. This punishment will be carried out at Graham’s home at 3 pm tomorrow. Late or none arrival will result in the maintenance spanking being doubled. Gemma must also provide the Jokari paddle, failure to comply will result in the spanking being tripled. Signed: Graham

I clicked out of the email in disgust and turned back to my work. It wasn’t going to happen until tomorrow anyway so no point in worrying about it, right?

I had been working less than a half hour when another email pinged it’s arrival. It was from June. It was a really chatty email to begin with and I smiled as I read it, she was obviously over her disappointment from our telephone conversation earlier, and I relaxed and laughed at her funny breakdown of her morning thus far. I stopped laughing when I began to read about an email conversation she had had barely an hour ago, with a good friend of mine, Graham! She was surprised and delighted to learn that he was more than happy to share my discipline regime with her and she also told me he had complimented her on her cane work. She was disgustingly pleased with herself and my bottom tingled at the reminder of that very cane work.

She continued to wax lyrical about Graham and shared duties and all her ideas on how this could be carried out, and I could feel my mood slipping further and further into ‘wailing’ state. At least she had explained to Graham that I would not be seeing her for two weeks so whatever plans they were cooking up between them, her part in it would have to wait.

That was when she dropped the bombshell. Graham in his infinite wisdom had shared the Random punishment selector program with her and she was having a fabulous time setting up two weeks supply of certificates that she would email to me on a daily basis. Obviously she was expecting me to carry these out for her she said. Really? I have two zealous Spankers already chomping at the bit to get to grips with my backside and she thinks I’m going to add my own self punishment to that mix? Not in this lifetime! I might never sit down again!

I read on to the end of the email and with a huge amount of trepidation this time I clicked onto the attachment.

~Random Punishment Selector~

Punishment Certificate This certificate dictates that Gemma, for the reason of: Termination of Collaboration Text. will receive the following punishment. Three sets of spankings. Set One: 100 swats with a Jokari Paddle and Gemma Bending over the bed Set Two: 59 swats with a hairbrush and Gemma Bending over the bed Set Three: 40 swats with a wooden spoon and Gemma Bending over the bed. These spankings will be carried out with Gemma Naked from the waist down. In addition, Gemma will receive the following extra punishment:  20 minutes corner time. No orgasms for 7 days. (to commence in 7 days time) This punishment will be carried out by Gemma by 3 pm today and photographic evidence is required to be emailed to June after the completion of the punishment. Failure to comply will result in the punishment being carried out by June on her scheduled visit and any subsequent punishments missed or not reported on will be added along with the scheduled punishment for that day. Signed: June

Ha! And there was me thinking she had gotten over this morning’s text! Termination of collaboration text? I just told her I didn’t want a female lover every bloody weekend who was crazy about spanking and caning me! I told her I wanted us to go back to our previous, much more manageable (for me) relationship because I didn’t want to lose what we had as friends! No to collaborations! Just NO!

I was thinking of running away to some hitherto unheard of bolt hole in the arse end of nowhere when I realised it was almost 3 pm and if I didn’t carry out this spanking she had scheduled I was going to be in deep shit!

Why the hell can’t I squeak out the word NO?

I took a deep breath and muttered ‘suck it up buttercup, you did this to yourself’ as I headed off up the stairs to a mammoth spanking delivered by my own hand!

I set up the spanking machine with the hairbrush so that it was ready when it was time, I stripped off my skirt and panties and oiled my bottom with clear mineral oil so the wooden Jokari paddle connected properly. I set up the iPad so that I could record the whole damn session and I prepared myself for the inevitable.

100 swats with the Jokari paddle. I set the iPad to record and positioned myself over the end of the bed. I raised the Jokari paddle and brought it down hard against my stripped bottom. To be honest, I barely felt it, but I yelped anyway, didn’t make sense to me at that point to let on I might still be numb as F*@k from the weekend and then 6 of the best from his Lordship! I realised I could pull this off quite happily without really feeling any the worse for wear. I was wrong. After the first ten strokes had been delivered my bottom was feeling it and the yelps were becoming louder and were carrying a great deal more heartfelt pain with them. Regardless, I continued, first one cheek then the other, then delivering 5 to each cheek, then alternating the strokes again. Over time I realised the strokes were being delivered very hard indeed and I realised I actually wanted this spanking. It was making me feel better, I was sinking completely into the humiliation of recording the spanking knowing that June would be watching this in less than an hour’s time. By the time I had finished the Jokari 100 I was in a very submissive space once again and I switched over to the spanking machine without taking a pause. My bottom was throbbing and bright red, blisters were beginning to raise on my already welted behind and my mood was so subdued and compliant my mind was blank. I stopped the recording and set it up to start a fresh one for the hairbrush spanking.

I set the spanking machine up to deliver 13 minutes of spanking with the hairbrush set on the highest power and re-oiled my bottom. The wooden backed hairbrush stung as it connected and gripped my already overheated cheeks. I yowled, the sting was exceptionally sharp from this hairbrush and I wriggled about, I jumped and yelped as the brush continued to deliver stroke after stroke after stroke with unrelenting precision and speed and before the end of the 13 minutes I was sobbing, my bottom and thighs were throbbing painfully, my pussy lips were swollen and sore from the accidental contact and everywhere hurt! I acknowledged with some dismay that the upcoming 8 minutes with the wooden spoon was going to be torturous!

Nonetheless, I did it, I completed the whole spanking, 8 minutes of the wooden spoon had me howling like a banshee and that damn spoon would connect with my thighs and pussy lips far more than I liked or wanted. But it was done. I had been thoroughly spanked, I stood in the corner of the room for 20 minutes corner time and my bottom began the deep throbbing that set my pussy to optimum throb and I groaned as I remembered that both Graham and June had issued a ‘no orgasms for a week’ penalty on each of the certificates. June had clarified that hers was to begin at the start of next week when Graham’s ban ran its course, but you know what? There’s a reason I need two disciplinarians. My fingers slid between my pussy lips and I sighed and shivered as they began their work on my overheated pussy.

I’ll take whatever is coming to me for that one I figured I earned it!

So, June stayed the whole weekend and took great pleasure in spanking me into complete submission, completely controlled my orgasms and only allowed me one just before she got ready to leave for home, but conversely spent the whole weekend demanding I give her as many orgasms as possible in return. I was actually relieved when the spanking had to stop because we were no longer alone, but the orgasm demands continued unabated, albeit silently, and the punishment if I didn’t get her there was being added up to be carried out the following weekend. Oh yes, June was on a roll. She had completely taken me over and she was loving every minute of my submission to her. By the time Sunday evening arrived I was absolutely exhausted, mentally and physically. To be fair, I had loved every single minute of my time with her. I have never experienced that level of submission before and it blew my mind! And just…Wow! That woman has so much stamina! By the time she left I was actually looking forward to some alone time and sleep!

Monday morning arrived and Graham texted me, ‘Gem, can you call round to see me if you have time please? xx’ The Boy was out at college all day and I had been contemplating sleeping my afternoon away. I texted Graham back, ‘Can it wait until tomorrow Gray? I’m absolutely exhausted hun, I was just thinking about going back to bed for a few hours. xx’

‘Are you ill? xx’ he asked

‘No darling, just tired! My friend June has been here all weekend and she kept me extremely busy! xx’

‘Oh yes? Busy how?’x He demanded.

‘None of your business! x’ I replied

‘Is that right… now that sounds like you broke some rules Gem. I am no longer asking if you could come round, I am telling you to come round immediately! We need a discussion!’ No xx on that last text meant I was in deep shit!

OH F*@K!! I had forgotten, I was supposed to be on a three day orgasm ban courtesy of Graham’s extra punishments on the certificate he handed me as I was leaving the other day! With everything that had happened with June, Gray had gone completely out of my head. I was in trouble. Deep trouble. There was nothing else for it, I would have to go around and hopefully appeal to his softer side and just explain everything that had happened with June had been a spur of the moment thing.

Okay, so yes, I was living in dreamland, my bottom was throbbing, my pussy was throbbing more and my head was completely fuzzy after being so submissive all weekend. It had been extremely difficult to shake that feeling off this morning and try to revert to my usual fighter brain. June had done a number on me. She was also coming back on Friday night for round two! I needed to get my head together before then!

Regardless, the idea of refusing to see Graham did not even cross my mind. Neither did the idea that he might decide on an immediate punishment. I genuinely thought he would give me a pass once I explained everything.

Yeah… right.

I just saw a pig fly past my window…

I quickly pulled on panties under my dress and slipped my feet into sandals and hurried round to Graham’s house. The front door was already open and I knocked, shouted hello and wandered in.

He appeared in the kitchen doorway, he was on the phone and he beckoned me to come through and sit at the breakfast bar. He placed a coffee in front of me and continued with his conversation. I looked around his lovely kitchen space and wondered where his cane was. It was usually hanging on a hook on the wall by the door but the hook was empty.

Finally Graham ended his call and shut his phone off. He smiled at me, and sat down facing me. ‘Sorry about that, but I had to take that call.’

‘No problem.’ I offered with a smile and raised my cup.

‘So shall we get down to it Gem? How many rules did you break this weekend with your friend June?’ He said it in such a conversational way, I was actually blindsided for a moment and let my guard down. I shrugged my shoulders and looked down at the floor.

‘Please don’t bother lying to me Gem, we both know I can see right through you darling. Come on, out with it.’ He was smiling, this was good, wasn’t it?

I coloured up, he was right of course, I am shit at lying, I can’t do it, I look guilty even when I haven’t done anything wrong and I knew it was pointless me trying to lie to him. he would cross examine me later and I would blow myself up. I might as well come clean now and take what was coming to me. My bottom was throbbing so much anyway today, I didn’t think it could feel any more pain than it was in.

I took a deep breath and launched into a full and detailed explanation of how June had sprung a visit on me, dropped a bombshell about Stuart, how in a drunken moment I played with her breasts and how that had led to her hauling me over her knee for the spanking of a lifetime. I then went on and gave him graphic details about the whole lesson in submission weekend with her and how I had only been allowed just one orgasm before she left. I ‘forgot’ to mention the one I had had over June’s knee when she had played with me during the spanking, I talked about the level of humiliation I had experienced with her and the levels of submission she had taken me to. I was also honest enough to admit that I had loved every second of it. I then told him she was coming back next weekend to do it all again.

Graham sat silently listening carefully to every word I said and he waited to speak until he was sure I was finished. I raised my cup and drank my coffee with apprehension running through my entire body making it taught as a tightrope.

‘So, I will start with an apology of my own,’ he said. ‘When I told you on Thursday that Stuart had met someone, I knew he had just gotten engaged to her. I didn’t want to drop that on you without any warning so I watered down the information and thought I could drop the engagement news in a few weeks. Obviously I didn’t reckon on someone else telling you. You were vulnerable and I put you there, so for my part in that I am sorry. Obviously, until she dropped that bombshell you were pacing your drinks, I know you when you’ve had a couple Gem, it doesn’t take long for your inhibitions to disappear so I completely understand how this whole weekend took the turn it did. You were drowning your sorrows, and in your case, drowning them in carnal relief. I can’t punish you for that. I feel like I caused it somehow.’ He paused and took a sip of his drink. I knew better than to think that was all there was to it. I was right.

‘What I am going to punish you for is not telling me about June before now, the fact that she wanted to spank you should have made its way back to me before she arrived on Friday. We have already agreed I will be undertaking your discipline from now on. Once again, you have been free and easy with who you allow to spank you. I find it disrespectful that you could not be bothered to ask for my approval first.’ Now he was beginning to sound cross.

I tried to speak then, to defend myself, to say I hadn’t agreed to him being my spanker, he had taken it upon himself to assume that role again. None of those words came out, he held his hand up and silenced me before I could utter them.

‘I am going to give you six with the cane over your dress and panties. I assume you have panties on today?’ Now he was being matter of fact with me, that never bode well for my bottom.

I nodded quickly.

‘I don’t want to see June’s handiwork overlaying mine which is why it will be over your dress. But, and you had better remember this Gemma because if you don’t it will end badly for your behind; you had better schedule June and myself a lot better. I will not take second place spanker position with you again. June will have to defer to me. I want a plump cream bottom each week when it comes to your discipline meeting with me. You will follow my rules before June’s and you will seek my express permission before you take a spanking from her or allow yourself sexual release because she said you could. If I have placed a ban on it, that overrides everything. Do I make myself clear?’

Now that tone of voice had me quaking in my panties! Damn, I was in big trouble here.

Then his words really sank in and the complicated ramifications of what he said hit me full on. F*@KING HELL! My head was about to explode with all this! I wanted desperately to tell him he couldn’t be my disciplinarian, I wanted to shout at him for not telling me the truth about Stuart in the first place, I wanted to rant and rave and throw things and scream at him that he didn’t own me and I would do as I damn well pleased.

I never said any of it. I just nodded my head and verbally agreed with every word he had said, completely submissive once again.

‘Lounge Gemma. Over the desk please and lets get those six out of the way shall we?’ He stood up and headed for the lounge, I reluctantly slid of the stool and followed him, I felt like I was in a fog, an automaton who had no control over themselves. Truth is, I didn’t. I had given it away to June and now to Graham.

I dutifully assumed the position over the desk and I heard him swish the cane through the air to test it. I jumped at the sound but didn’t move out of position.

I waited, and waited becoming more anxious by the second when finally the first stroke cut through the air with a whistle and then landed cutting deeply through the flimsy material of my dress and my panties. I yelped but held, ONE I shouted, the second came a moment later and landed across the back of my thighs, I cried out in shock at the instant burning sensation that exploded on my thighs. TWO I cried out.

I felt him step up close behind me, and I felt my dress slide up over my bottom to be laid in the dip of my waist, he peeled my panties down to my knees and I wanted to protest, he had said over my clothing?

Before I could say anything he spoke behind me. ‘She’s very good Gemma. She actually managed to continue the pinstripes from where I left off. Very neat job. I think you can give me her contact details before you leave here today. She and I will work quite well together I believe.’

My head popped! WTF?? Double teaming? AGAIN??

The third stroke when it came landed full across both cheeks and burned and bit deeply into my very sore bruised bottom and I cried out loudly, THREE I screamed quickly before the next one landed. Four landed across my sit spot and I jumped up howling and grabbing my thighs and danced on the spot. He gave me one second before he pushed me down and into position again, he flipped my dress up and brought the cane full across the centre of my cheeks, FOUR he said. I got it, I hadn’t counted and now I got it twice, FOUR I screeched. Five came swiftly across my sit spot again and I howled in pain as I screamed out FIVE. Six came diagonally to the other 5 and landed plumb across all of the cane welts. Gated again. SIX I wailed and stood up quickly, instantly rubbing my cheeks and thighs. Graham laughed at the mutinous expression on my face as I glared at him.

‘That wasn’t what we agreed Graham, you said it would be six over my dress and panties!’

He smiled benignly at me, ‘Well then, I guess we’re even. You didn’t keep to our agreement on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. I figured it gave me room for manoeuvre today.’ He smiled at me wickedly, and patted my behind.

‘Be a good girl Gem, it’s in your own best interests darling. Cover up and get going now, I’m going on a date this evening and I don’t want to rush getting ready.’ He left the room without another word, I pulled my panties up and made sure my dress wasn’t caught up anywhere, I scribbled down June’s email address and I got the hell out of dodge.

My head was spinning with everything that had just happened. My bottom and thighs were throbbing wildly, reminding me once again what a bloody idiot I can be!

I was back to two lively spankers/disciplinarians and my backside was on fire! What the hell had I just agreed to? What the hell was wrong with me anyway? One spanker is more than enough for any sane person. I cannot for the life of me understand why I didn’t speak up and say no to Graham.

I consoled myself with the idea that the chances were quite high he wouldn’t want to continue spanking me if he got in with this man he was seeing tonight.

I crossed my fingers and sent up a shout to the Universe to cut me some slack.

There’s that pig flying again…

Seriously, I really do believe Spankers are like buses, they are either all missing in action or they all arrive at the same time!

I have gone through a 40 day spank free period with no hint of a spanker in sight! Graham spanked and caned me yesterday till I couldn’t sit down and could barely pull my jeans on over my very hot, sore bottom to get home, and he’s also insistent that this will now become a regular weekly occurrence because he’s back home full time. I don’t know whether to be happy or sad about this development! In the grand scheme of things, it’s good to have my spanker back on board, I do need the discipline, no doubt about it, but on the other hand, a spanking/caning from Graham is purely about punishment and discipline, to the point where at the end of the spanking, all sexual release is banned for a minimum of three days! Three days, no orgasms? I don’t think that’s fair, or necessary, or doable to be honest! Guess I will have to roll with the extra spankings for breaking that particular rule on a regular basis, spanking is ultra sexual for me it always has been!

Now, as if that wasn’t enough to be dealing with, June has just texted me. Remember June? The Alpha female ball breaker who was desperate for a spanking from me? Yeah, that one. Apparently her one and only spanking has given her an epiphany of sorts. She is now seriously into all things spanking and wants to return the favour. Apparently she has always wanted to get to grips with my bottom and spank it till its bruised and red and very hot and tender. She shared that information as if it was a golden opportunity for me? Jeez… these people who want to get to grips with my bottom…

I’ve created a monster…

She would like me to ‘volunteer’ to take a ‘good hard spanking’ from her. If I won’t volunteer she is sure she will find at least three transgressions that she believes will give her the necessary permission she requires to deliver a spanking as a punishment. She was quite firm in her assertion that she was more than up to the job as she had been practising on a young lady she met who sounds very much like she may be June’s new girlfriend. I thought June was straight, who knew? This could be more fun than I had imagined.

I’ve definitely created a monster…

I of course informed her of my very recent and very lively spanking from Graham and insisted I was in no fit state to take another one just yet, she pooh-poohed that idea and blithely said ‘nonsense! You could take a spanking from Graham today and I would still be coming over to give you another one. We need to keep that bottom as hot as possible Gem, I’ll be arriving in an hour. Bye xx’

Oh F*@K! have I ever created a monster!!

An hour later and my doorbell rang, I opened the door and there she stood, looking absolutely fabulous I might add, (She is yummy, I confess to a girl crush, happily not unrequited, ) I invited her in and we made our way to the lounge where I had laid out wine glasses, a couple of bottles of red and a few snacks etc. It wasn’t often I had the opportunity to have June here especially for a whole evening and from what she was saying, possibly an overnight stay, so I was making the most of it. Just in case anyone is wondering the Boy was staying at his friend’s house for the weekend which was another rarity and a new trial thing. Having June here would stop me from climbing the walls and checking my phone every five minutes to see if he had texted me.

As the evening progressed I noticed she wasn’t drinking very much at all, I decided I had better pace myself. I needed to keep my wits about me with June, she was definitely edging towards the spanking conversation with every other sentence.

I steered well away from it, if she wanted to bring it up then she could do the work. I was not biting, but, I confess I was very curious and getting more and more curious as she steered the spanking bus into its depot with a foray into tales about the woman she was now spanking on a regular basis.

‘Gem, you have no idea what you’ve done for me! Since you spanked me that first time I have finally come to terms with my sexuality and my spanking kink! I love all things women these days and I am having the time of my life spanking Stacey who is a friend with benefits, nothing serious of course, just the two of us getting together occasionally for a mutually beneficial evening of fun and games! I feel liberated!’ June was positively glowing with her new found sexuality and apparently, very healthy libido!

‘I’m really pleased for you Junie, I never had a clue you were into women. As for the spanking, I think that’s addictive actually!’ I grinned at her and lifted my wine glass to take a sip.

Then, she dropped the bomb. ‘Have you met Stuart’s fiance yet?’

The words exploded in my head and my wine glass never made it to my mouth, I sat there staring at her open mouthed with shock. ‘Fiance?’ I squeaked.

‘Oh darling, you didn’t know, I’m so sorry.’ She shot across the room to the sofa and pulled me into a huge hug which I gratefully sank in to. ‘I knew he was dating someone,’ I mumbled, ‘Gray told me yesterday, but fiance? Damn that was fast!’

June pulled back from me a little and studied my face intently. ‘You have feelings for him still? she asked.

‘I have feelings, they are under control and not up for discussion.’

The words came out harshly, BANG! the door to my emotional state was instantly slammed shut and June recoiled slightly at the force of it. It didn’t force her to let me out of the hug though, if anything she came back for round two of giant hug scene and I all but disappeared into her magnificent breasts and got swallowed up whole. I have decided I really don’t have boundaries where my sexuality is concerned, sexy is sexy, hot is hot, doesn’t matter whether the person is male or female, if I connect with them, and they pull me in, I go in all the way. I understand June’s feelings of liberation. No limits. Wonderful opportunities just waiting to be experienced. No regrets.

We sat cuddled up together for a while. She told me all about bumping into Stuart and the girlfriend at an Awards ceremony, it was one I should have attended and had cried off and sent the secretary of the club in my absence. I was kind of glad I hadn’t gone now.

Apparently, the girlfriend wasted no time in flashing the huge diamond under June’s nose and announced they would be getting married at the end of September, but they were going to do the deed on a Mediterranean cruise. June rambled on and on and on and I drank and drank, still with my face pressed perilously close to her wonderful breasts. In the end I blanked out June’s rambling, downed the last of my wine and proceeded to flick open her blouse buttons and release her breasts for closer inspection. I don’t know when June stopped talking, I do know when she joined in, that would have been around the time my fingers were circling her left nipple and after she had smacked my hand away and told me off for being naughty!

‘You are in trouble Missy, over my knee now and take your punishment. How dare you assume you can fondle my breasts!’ Damn she sounded stern! I was of course, instantly apologetic and my head went down submissively. I think the alcohol helped enormously with the transition from stroppy me to submissive me.

She then took control of the situation completely and literally pulled me bodily over her knees and began spanking me I was a little steamed on alcohol and I mumbled some kind of apology again but obviously she wasn’t listening to me because the next thing I registered was a flurry of sharp spanks landing firmly on my bottom! I could feel the sting through the flimsy material of my dress which did nothing as protection went. The heat bloomed quickly because my bottom was already very tender from Gray’s spanking and caning yesterday! The second set of spanks landed and I wriggled a little. June pulled me higher up her thighs and began spanking me on alternate cheeks hard and fast, all the while remonstrating with me for taking such liberties with her. After roughly five minutes I felt my dress being slid up the back of my thighs, over my bottom and then tucked into the belt at my waist. As is my norm, I was not wearing panties and June immediately spanked both cheeks very hard.

‘You are very naughty Gemma, where are your panties?’ Smack, smack, smack, smack. My bottom was stinging now, my fuzzy brain was just beginning to register the growing heat in my cheeks and I began to groan a little more with each spank delivered. I didn’t answer her question immediately. That was a mistake, ‘Where – smack – are – smack – your – smack – panties?’ – Smack, smack, smack, smack!

Damn it, they really stung! ‘In the drawer upstairs, I don’t wear any when I’m in the house alone!’

‘But you aren’t alone Gemma! I am here, so now I am going to punish you properly for not wearing panties, and for not acknowledging my presence by putting a pair of panties on!’ June sounded furious!

My god! She went to town on my tender cheeks and thighs, the spanks came thick and fast, I howled, they bit into the already tender flesh and I yelped, I kicked my legs out and she pulled me more firmly to her and wrapped her leg over both of mine and it was like being trapped in a vice! I couldn’t move an inch! She spanked and spanked for what seemed like forever, my cheeks were on fire, my thighs were burning, my eyes were watering, I had bitten my lip rather than call her the biggest bitch in the world. I wriggled and moaned and finally the spanking stopped.

‘Stand up Gemma.’ She ordered brusquely. I stood up and went to rub my bottom while I scowled at her. ‘Don’t you dare Missy!’ she ordered me and pointed to my hands. ‘We are not done yet, go and get your jokari paddle and your cane and bring them to me immediately.’

Wow. What? I blinked at her in surprise, she was really into the strict Mistress thing and no mistake. I was actually beginning to feel really submissive at this point, I could feel those vibes oozing like liquid over my fighter brain and subduing my natural instinct to tell her to f*@k right off with her orders. Instead, I ran upstairs retrieved the paddle and my short whippy cane and came back down the stairs as quickly as my drunken state would allow. Apparently it wasn’t fast enough for June. She was waiting for me at the bottom of the staircase, arms folded across her magnificent breasts, which were still on show from my searching fingers earlier and my eyes rested on them for a second too long. She was instantly furious with me again.

She grabbed me by the arm and dragged me into the kitchen. She pulled out one of the kitchen bar stools and said ‘Bend over the seat, spread your legs and I want you gripping the bottom of the stool legs. If you let go it will be taken out on your bottom and thighs. Remember we have all evening and I have an amazing amount of stamina. I can spank for hours, especially now it’s your bottom I’m spanking. I have waited such a long time for this. I am really going to enjoy it! Now bend over!’

You know that monster I have been talking about? F*@king hell, never in my wildest did I imagine it could be this big and scary!!

I assumed the position and immediately felt humiliation flood me as the position fully exposed my very wet pussy. It also spread my butt cheeks so that they were taught. This was gonna hurt like blazes and I tensed up everywhere waiting for that first stroke. I didn’t know which she would do first, paddle or cane. Either way, my bottom was in for a roasting and it was already red hot and throbbing, and it was stinging like mad where Gray’s cane marks were still quite raised.

The first spank landed with such a thwack I howled and let go of the legs of the stool automatically reaching behind to grab my stinging rear. June grabbed my hand and smacked it hard with the paddle. If you move again I will tie your wrists to the legs of the stool! I muttered something under my breath that was less than polite and she heard me. Jeez! Junie unloaded her wrath on my ass after that and I was genuinely crying my eyes out and squealing and howling at the top of my voice, begging for her to stop, pleading with her to stop. Promising her I had learned my lesson, I was so sorry for taking liberties, I was so sorry for moving my hands, I was just F*@KING SORRY!! It was all to no avail as the jokari paddle landed again and again across my cheeks and thighs in flurries of heavy spanks, light spanks, slow deliberate hard spanks, everywhere copped it. My pussy lips were throbbing wildly as the tip of the paddle caught them again and again, despite the pain I was beginning to moan and groan and I could feel a huge orgasm building, Junie hadn’t said I couldn’t cum either so I let that puppy build and distract me from the continuing torture of my poor bottom and thighs.

Without a word she suddenly stopped spanking with the paddle. ‘Hold position Gemma, we are not done.’ I waited for the cane to land, it didn’t, her fingers began to stroke my heated, tender globes, she ran fingernails over the bruised skin and they created such crazy sensations inside me I could feel myself losing control, I was trying desperately hard not to push up against her hands but when her fingers slid along the wet crease of my throbbing centre and found my clit, I exploded. I jerked and bucked under the onslaught of her probing fingers and I can honestly say I have never experienced an orgasm like it. It was mind blowing!

June was not finished, she brought her fingers around to my mouth and made me suck them clean. Submission complete. I was entirely under her control and would fulfil her every whim and she knew it. She smiled a knowing smile and reached across the back of me to retrieve the cane from the table.

She held it in front of my face and crouched down so she was eye to eye with me and she spoke softly, almost lovingly. ‘If you are a very good girl and take your punishment well, I will love the throbbing into oblivion for you afterwards. If you beg for me to stop you will be sent to bed alone, along with an orgasm ban for a whole week. I know how you work lady, you are driven by your desires. I will be controlling those desires from now on. Do you agree to my instructions Gemma?’ I mutely nodded my agreement and Junie laughed. ‘Oh no darling, you will tell me exactly what it is you are agreeing to or we shall jump to the caning and no orgasms for a week.’

I was utterly humiliated as I verbally agreed to all of her demands, I hung my head down in shame, I could feel my face burning with embarrassment as I uttered every single word she wanted to hear. I could not have done anything else. I couldn’t even blame the alcohol for any of it either, I was completely sober now, a beast of a spanking will do that for you!

Finally satisfied that she had me completely under her control she stepped behind me and the first of 20 strokes landed across my destroyed cheeks. I screamed, she held nothing back, the second stroke whipped through the air and landed across my sit spot and pussy lips. I squealed louder than I have ever done before. By the time the final stroke landed I was beyond caring what happened I just wanted it to stop.

Finally, finally, finally, I cried out 20 as loud as I could and the cane landed on the table at the side of me. I remained in my position and sobbed and sobbed, I was absolutely sure she had taken the skin off my backside and thighs. They felt raw and burnt. The heat was searing across them and I desperately wanted to sooth them with cold cream.

Before I could finish the thought I felt Junie stand close to my bottom and then miraculously I felt that soothing cold cream as she worked it lovingly into my skin. She helped me up from the stool and guided me up the stairs to the bedroom.

She kept her part of the bargain and she was stunning…

You know, the last time Graham gave me a caning the aftereffects lasted almost a week! They also dovetailed beautifully in with that spanking from Stuart some 4 days later. https://gemstrong63.com/2020/01/14/stuarts-in-town-and-he-brought-a-new-paddle/ After his last spanking Graham categorically declared he was leaving my ‘spanking team’ and Stuart would now have to fly solo (which he didn’t appear to have a problem with anyway). So why did Graham stop spanking me I hear you ask?

Well, Graham is more your Caning kind of guy and he goes a little bit all out to get my bottom pinstriped! I have to tell you, while I hate the caning itself, I love the aftereffects of it. Everytime I sat down, I could feel the burning and throbbing only a sound caning can deliver, but there was also the heat and the mmm, mmm, mmm effect it leaves you with. Quite indescribably delicious!

Anyway, the reason he stopped was because he was scared of really hurting me, and to be fair, at the time so was I. Graham is a pusher of limits and if I thought I could take 20 strokes of the cane, he would push for 30 or 40. He always said he felt like I was trying to manipulate my punishments to suit me not the crime.

Well hell people, he was absolutely bang on with that assessment! Why on earth would I ask for 30 if I could get away with 20? I might deserve 30, and I probably did most of the time but, if a straight 20 is on the cards I’m takin’ it!

Regardless, the last time he caned me,https://gemstrong63.com/2020/01/10/graham-and-the-cane-part-2/ he went somewhat overboard and I knew he was desperately unhappy with himself for delivering what he considered to be too heavy a punishment, even for me. That’s really saying something, he has always been of the opinion I should be soundly spanked and caned on a daily basis! Quite frankly, if I was unlucky enough to live with Graham I doubt I would have time to write about my spanking experiences, I would be too busy permanently assuming the position for a caning!

So all that said, imagine my surprise when I received an invite to Graham’s house for coffee and a catch up, a check in of sorts he said. Find out what I have been up to while he’s been away. He said. (He works away from home a lot these days). It all sounded quite innocent and just a ‘friends catching up’ kind of invite so I threw some panties on, (better safe than sorry, Graham may be gay and not in the slightest bit interested in me sexually but he has his rules and me wearing panties at all times is definitely one of them. I am taking no chances and so out came the big girl panties!) I changed my shoes to practical boring flats, (another rule, I may have a list somewhere) pulled on my jeans and sweatshirt and toddled off to Graham’s house which is down the cobbled lane at the side of my house.
I rang the bell and waited and within seconds there he was, all tanned and buff looking, sporting the biggest welcoming smile I have ever received and damn it he is absolutely beautiful and just a sight to behold! In a world where every man I meet over 40 seems to look like my ex-husband, (bald, no problem with bald, it can be sexy, it doesn’t go well with the rest of the description, overweight, sporting a greying goatee, gold frame glasses, and denim on denim, oh and narcissistic to boot!) Graham in his black slacks and pristine white shirt is a breath of fresh air and a salve to my tired eyes. Give me a man who can rock a pair of black slacks and a white open neck shirt any day of the week! He can be bald, I’m all good with that, but denim on denim? Or worse, biker leathers. Meh. Why? Just why?

‘Hello my favourite lady, I’ve missed you!’ He even greets me better than most men! I confess, I have a pointless crush on the man and am completely happy to continue to worship his loveliness from afar and have it remain entirely unrequited!

I step in to his house and he envelops me in a great big bear hug and everything feels wonderfully familiar and safe and I relax and smile my biggest ‘hello old friend’ smile and we wander to the kitchen for a coffee and that chat.

I had a surreal moment when I saw Graham’s favourite cane hanging on the wall, and I almost bolted for the door. I did not want an unexpected caning, especially from him! My bottom had been in a spank free zone for quite some time now, Stuart being the last one to be anywhere near it. He’s a hard act to follow so I haven’t really been trying to find anyone else. Even using AnimeOTK as a tool is nowhere near as effective as a sound spanking from Stuart. Graham made no mention of the cane so I decided to relax and just roll with the conversation and see what transpired. Besides, I really had missed his company of late and I wanted this catch up!

He placed my coffee in front of me and sat down on the other side of the counter with his own drink. He was very relaxed and he brought me up to speed with his work life, his lack of love life, his family and all things Graham. I did likewise and we spent a lovely hour or so just shooting the breeze, to the point where I had all but forgotten about the cane.

Then he dropped the bombshell. ‘I have to tell you something sweetie, and I don’t know how you’re going to take it so brace yourself.’ He sounded so very serious I began to feel panic welling up inside me.

‘That sounds very serious Gray! Are you ill?’ The panic was evident in my voice and must have shown on my face too because he rushed around the counter to give me a hug and reassure me.

‘It’s nothing like that darling, I’m 100% fit and healthy, it isn’t even about me.’ He squeezed me tightly and then sat at the side of me. I watched him warily and waited.

‘I had an email this morning from Stuart. He’s been seeing this woman and he thinks it might be serious and he said he can’t come over anymore because he needs to see where this relationship can go, if he’s around you he knows he is going to get his emotions in a knot and the new girlfriend is very aware of your checkered relationship with him and wants him to stop seeing you completely anyway. He’s asked me to tell you, because he doesn’t know how to tell you himself.’ He took a deep breath and waited for my reaction.

Uh huh, my reaction was a lot less than either man was expecting. I had no problem with Stuart seeing someone else, no problem at all. I didn’t want a relationship with him, so it would have been hypocritical at best for me to have a meltdown about the news he had moved on. Did it hurt to think of him with another woman? Hell yes it did, but I only had myself to blame for that. It wasn’t like he hadn’t given me every opportunity to take him off the shelf for myself. What hurt more was the idea I had lost my long time good friend because of his jealous girlfriend. That really hurt. Regardless it was time to suck it up and act like a big girl.

‘I wish him well, it’s a shame he didn’t feel he could tell me himself, but you can tell him from me, I am pleased for him and I hope he finds what he’s looking for with her.’ I smiled at Graham and kept all of my unruly emotions tightly packed down inside me, I could deal with it all later when I was alone and could process the information properly. I was genuinely pleased for Stuart he desperately wanted to be part of a couple and I’m just not couple material.

Now it was Graham’s turn to watch me warily. I think he thought we were in the calm before the storm and he was waiting for … something, I suppose. Apparently the only thing he wasn’t expecting was the mild reaction he had received to his news!

‘Well, you took that better than I expected!’ He blew the words out on a sigh of relief and I grinned at him.

‘Poor Graham, did you really think I was going to sob and weep and wail all over you? My goodness, you must have been dreading telling me!’ I pasted that smile all over my face and reached for my cooling coffee. Graham watched me for a little longer and then abruptly changed the subject.

So, what are you doing about discipline these days? Or rather, who is seeing to your discipline? He grinned at the cagey look that appeared on my face as I tried to avoid giving away too much information. ‘Oh poor Gem, don’t ever take up poker darling, you have the most expressive face ever!’

I shrugged my shoulders and continued to drink my coffee, sod him, he could wait for that answer. I was in no hurry to confess I was no longer being spanked, by either Stuart, internet, A.N.Other or myself. I had stopped completely and I was currently spankless for 40 days and counting. I was happy for it to remain that way for the time being too.

Graham laughed out loud at my stalling tactics, ‘Gem honey, Stuart already told me he hasn’t seen you in roughly 6 weeks. I know all about the Jokari paddle, sounds like a fun little paddle, he assures me it delivers a fine spanking…’

‘There’s nothing little or fun about that paddle, it damn well stings like crazy!’ I blurted out, a little irritated that Stuart still appeared to be reporting to Graham each and every time he spanked me.

‘Did Stuart give you ALL the details of our spanking sessions Gray, or just the actual spanking details?’ Okay, so I was narky now, and I was being sarcastic with the wrong man but hey he started it!

Graham jolted me out of my silence with a sharp tone. ‘Gemma, I asked you a question?’

I put my mug down on the counter and took a deep breath before launching into an uptodate broad precis of my ongoing spankless situation.

Graham raised an eyebrow at the AnimeOTK program information and asked how it worked so I turned his laptop around and download the little program for him. He was fascinated with it. This is what he came up with.

~Random Punishment Selector~

Punishment Certificate This certificate dictates that Gemma, for the reason of: Maintenance Spanking will receive the following punishment Two sets of spankings to be carried out immediately. Set One: 100 spanks with a hand and Gemma over the knee Set Two: 8 strokes of the cane and Gemma bending over. These spankings will be carried out with Gemma’s bottom bare. Signed: Graham

Oh f*@k! Note to self, never give a spanker a new toy to play with when it concerns spanking! This meeting had taken a turn around an unexpected corner and I for one was none too happy about it.

Graham looked up from the screen and grinned at me, ‘so, it says here immediately Gem, far be it from me to argue with the program! Why don’t we adjourn to the lounge?’

‘Seriously Gray? You think you can just waltz back in to my life and think you can start disciplining me again? You quit remember? I don’t want a spanking, I definitely don’t want a caning and I’m not going to just blithely go along with you just because you’ve changed your mind!’ Damn! That sounded really confident and forceful didn’t it! Go me!

It didn’t make one iota of difference to Graham who just laughed at my outrage and pointed out a very obvious flaw in my thinking. I had downloaded the Animeotk program for him. As far as he was concerned this was me telling him I was open and up for a spanking! I had introduced him to it and now I could reap the benefits! Personally, I’m not sure a sound spanking and 8 with the cane constitutes reaping the benefits!

I sat and glared mutinously at him while I finished my coffee. As I sat there, my bottom started tingling, the more I thought about the spanking, the more fidgety I became! My bloody body is my own worst enemy people! My brain started getting happy endorphines oozing themselves all over my good sense and before I knew what the hell I was playing at, I got down from my stool and headed towards the lounge, saying, ‘well come on then, if were going to do this, we may as well get on with it!’

I don’t know who was more shocked him or me! I was actually agreeing to taking a spanking from the hardest spanker I have met to date! I must be out of my tiny little mind!

to be continued….

How could I refuse?

Over the years, several different women have passed through my life, women I know well enough to invite around for a meal and a no holds barred chat. Invariably the conversation always gets around to sex, kinks, and all things orgasmic in nature. We tell each other everything.

I can’t tell you how many times a friend has squealed in delight when I say I either self spank or have just had a spanking or anything spank related that comes into the conversation. 

One fine example was a dear friend who I shall refer to as June, she was somebody I had met through my volunteer work with the sport at regional level. She was a high-ranking official in the game, and she was adorable. We hit it off straight away and became firm friends in no time at all.

Anyway, as was the norm, we were both in attendance at a full weekend sporting event and she and I were finally getting a moment to let our hair down and relax with a drink and the long awaited catch up chat we had been promising ourselves all weekend.

The conversation started as it always does, we discussed the sport, the people in our lives, how happy we were, how sad, angry, fed up, over sexed, under sexed, we discussed everything.

I purposely stayed away from discussing spanking because once the subject is in the open it dominates from there on in. People are fascinated with it, some are shocked, but others are curious, June was very curious. In the end it wasn’t me who raised the spanking conversation it was June! She was very coy at first about bringing it up, but she reminded me that we had discussed my spankings on a few occasions in the past and I had always hung back from giving out more detail. June was more than just curious; she was pushing for information and it became obvious to me that she was in the early stages of exploring a kink of her own. I smiled my encouragement at her to continue with her questions and said, ‘You can ask me anything you want, if I can, I will describe it for you, but Junie, the only real way to know anything is to try it for yourself!’

‘I want to know what you feel like when you’re told you’re going to get a spanking!’ she blurted out with a red face. Once she got over the initial embarrassment of asking the really personal stuff she started with a barrage of questions I answered as honestly and as openly as I could, I did not leave out the very sexy details either! She was positively squirming on her seat; she was very aroused by what she was hearing and I knew she had a vivid enough imagination that she was visualising everything!

I took a sip of my drink and I waited to see what she would say next. ‘I don’t know anyone who would or could spank me and I want to know what it feels like to be put over your knee… she stopped speaking and her hand flew to her mouth. Her face flushed with embarrassment at what she had said. Freudian slip perhaps?

I smiled at her, ‘Go on?’ I said quietly. ‘I want you to ask me properly June.’

Now please bear in mind, this woman could reduce grown men to tears in a boardroom environment and had in fact got a severe reputation as a ballbreaker bar none amongst the sporting fraternity. ‘I want you to spank me Gemma! The words tumbled from her in a rush quickly followed by ‘very hard please!’ Having her asking me for a spanking was a huge turn on. The idea of this powerful woman submitting to me and taking a spanking from me? Well… who was I to refuse such an offer?

I immediately went into Spanker mode with her and insisted on a detailed explanation of her transgressions. She coloured up beautifully as she told me about her obsession with masturbating while imagining I was spanking her bare bottom over my knee, she then went on to describe how I stroked and petted her between spanks and how turned on she became by the mere thought of any of it actually happening. She admitted she had experienced some rather superb orgasms on the strength of her fantasies and the whole thing had got her very confused about everything from her need to be spanked to her questioning her sexuality! Her confusion lay in the fact that she wasn’t into women sexually at all and yet here she was imagining all sorts of erotic scenarios with a woman!

Now generally I am not into women either, although I have on the rare occasion ‘taken an interest’ if they attract my attention enough. She was one of those women and I guess I just don’t have boundaries.

I told her we should go back to her room in the hotel as there were some rather important issues to discuss and some issues that obviously needed to be dealt with appropriately!

She very meekly said, ‘Yes Miss.’ and led me back to her room.

I love a woman who is prepared for any eventuality! As we entered her room I noticed that she had a rather beautiful wooden backed hairbrush, a big flat round one, she also had a very nice leather paddle too and a thin short cane! All the items were laid out on the end of the bed in a very pretty row! Somebody had either been practising or they were ever hopeful of a fantasy coming true!

I sat down on the desk chair facing the bed and I looked at them and then at June’s face. She was crimson with embarrassment! Caught red handed, or red bottomed in her case. She immediately confessed that she had been trying out a spot of self spanking to see if she could take a real spanking. I told her there was a huge difference between the two and she would be able to judge objectively by the end of the evening because she would have definitive comparisons she could make. We then had the very necessary talk about safe, sane, consensual spanking and what it entailed. She had her safe word and we discussed at length her boundaries and mine also until we were both comfortable with what was to come. As soon as she fully understood and agreed with everything I wasted no time in getting on with the task at hand!

I instructed her to stand with her back to me and told her to pull up her skirt and pull down her panties, I wanted to see if she had a rose bottom or a red one.  She was very hesitant to comply at first, but I insisted if she didn’t then I would, and I sternly ordered her to bend over the side of the bed and hold herself up with her hands and spread her legs. I stepped up behind her and lifted the hem of her skirt slowly, I brushed the material against her bottom and thighs as I pushed it slowly up and over her full bottom and hips. I tucked the hem into the waistband of her skirt. Her panties were no barrier at all as she had chosen to wear a thong. To my delight the tell-tale signs of a recent spanking were still evident on her luscious round globes! I could see the marks the small cane had left, crisscrossed as they were rather than pinstriped as I would prefer.

I let my fingers trace the faint marks and watched, fascinated as goose bumps appeared in a flurry across her lovely plump cheeks. I heard her take a deep breath and I stroked her bottom a little more to see how she would react. She wriggled and a tiny moan escaped her lips.

‘How did the little cane feel when it connected with your lovely bottom Junie?’ I asked as I continued to trace each line with my fingers. She mumbled something in response, I couldn’t hear her, so I brought my hand down sharply on her left cheek. She yelped and made to move, I stayed her with a stern look. I returned my attention back to her bottom and I watched as a beautiful bright red hand mark appeared on that luscious cream surface and I smiled happily. I was going to enjoy this! ‘Speak up Junie, I can’t hear you. How did the cane feel? Did you like it when it whipped against your skin?’

‘Yes Miss! It stung really sharply, but it did feel good afterwards!’ She was careful to clearly enunciate every word this time.

‘Very good Junie! See how easy that was? Now, tell me, how often do you masturbate with me spanking you as your fantasy?’ I asked quietly.

June turned her head to look at me beseechingly. She was crimson with embarrassment and I knew she was struggling with the verbal admissions. I knew this because it was something I struggled deeply with myself. Having to verbally admit to something so private and personal was very difficult indeed! It was humiliating to expose yourself that way. Nevertheless, I insisted with a flurry of sharp spanks to both her cheeks.

She yelped out quickly ‘about three or four times a week Miss.’

So not a one-off thing every now and then which was how she had told it earlier.

I shook my head in mock dismay at her admission. Inside, I was hugely turned on by the fact that I was a constant fantasy that would give her a guaranteed orgasm! I leaned across her and retrieved the wooden hairbrush and the small cane. I’m not a fan of leather paddles, but I suddenly remembered how Stuart had made me hold the Jokari paddle between my teeth and I picked up the leather paddle with the other two implements. It could play its own part!

I walked over to the high-backed desk chair and sat down. June was watching my every move over her shoulder. Her face had paled a little when she saw me line up the implements on the desk at my side.

I instructed her to come and assume the position over my knee for her spanking.

She is quite tall, probably about 5 ft 7″ and I am just over 5ft. so once she was over my knee both her feet and hands were touching the floor. I liked this it meant she wouldn’t be putting her hands in the way of her bottom when the spanking started. She needed them to keep her balance.

I remonstrated with her quite sternly for a full five minutes about her using me without my permission as a masturbation tool! I also remonstrated with her about her reluctance to lift her skirt when I had requested it, I had begun the hand spanking and was keeping time with my speech. Each lovely round globe was turning a cherry red colour in time with my words, if I spoke fast, I spanked fast, alternating each cheek, then her thighs got my attention and I started with a quick flurry of sharp flat hand spanks that sounded quite loud in the hotel bedroom. I continued spanking for a good 5 minutes until my hands were stinging and she was wailing that she had made a mistake and she didn’t really want a spanking after all. (she had her safe word of elephant and she hadn’t used it). I laughed at her feeble attempts to get out of the spanking and told her we hadn’t even started yet. I instructed her to stand up and keep her skirt tucked up at the back and go and stand in the corner for 5 minutes without touching her bottom. 

She genuinely thought it was over you know. She got such a shock when I stepped up behind her and stroked her cheeks to inspect the heat, I instructed her to open her legs and I smacked her inner thighs a little to brighten them up with some pink to match the back of her thighs. She wailed and Ow’d a lot. So noisy! I retrieved the leather paddle from the desk and brought it over to her. I held it in front of her mouth. ‘Open up Junie, hold this between your teeth and do not let it fall. If you do, the entire spanking tonight will be repeated as a second punishment. Do I make myself clear?’ She opened her mouth and bit down on the leather paddle and nodded her compliance and understanding. Her eyes were huge in her face!

I brought her back over to the bed and I sat in the middle of it with my back against the headboard. She was so tall it would have been a struggle to keep her on my knee sat on a chair. This way, she was still over my knees, but my legs were stretched out and she had nowhere to go. I peeled her thong down to below her cheeks and she made a grab for it, I spanked her hard with the hairbrush on both cheeks for a minute until she removed her hands. I made her wriggle out of the thong and hand it to me. I placed it on the pillow at the side of me and I returned my attention to her bottom. I stroked her twin red globes then petted and ran my fingers very lightly over her wet pussy lips. I patted them gently and slipped my fingers between the folds and covered them in her wetness. I smoothed her juices over her cheeks, she was very, very wet. She was mortified when she felt my fingers stroking her pussy and she dropped her head down in shame. It didn’t stop her from pushing her pussy onto my lightly probing fingers and it didn’t stop her groaning either!

I played on that, and as she lifted her bottom higher to reach my fingers I brought the hairbrush down for the first of many hard smacks on each cheek 5 spanks at a time for each one, 3 spanks a time for the back of each thigh and 2 spanks a time for her inner thighs. She was sobbing and tears were streaming down her mascara stained face.  I paused the spanking and reached for the bottle of water at the side of the bed, I poured a little on to her bottom, down between her legs, and then soaked the back of the hairbrush with some. I continued to spank and now I picked up the pace, alternate spankings to each cheek very hard, very fast and for a very long time. That hairbrush gripped her bottom tightly with each spank before it let go ready for the next one. She howled and squealed and squirmed and yelped but I continued unabated for roughly 15 minutes. She had specified she had wanted a hard spanking, and she was going to get one! She was yowling around the leather paddle which was still firmly in place in her mouth but was doing next to nothing to hide her distressed wails of pain. I smiled widely at her mounting discomfort and continued to spank all her tender plump areas until they were positively glowing!

Then as is my want, I stopped the spanking and began to explore her bottom and pussy with my fingers again, dipping them in and circling her clit, pulling them out and wiping her wetness over her bottom cheeks she moaned deeply and thrust her bottom up to my fingers as I continued to stroke her intimately and she bucked and groaned and pushed up higher so that I had better access. She was so close to an orgasm I felt quite mean when I suddenly stopped playing with her and then picked up the hairbrush for another 5 minute hard spanking. I stopped again and stroked and petted for a few minutes until she was so ready to orgasm it felt like a crime to stop, but stop I did and I lifted the very short OTK cane bringing it down swiftly and surely six times across both of her very red and sore cheeks. She had lovely pinstripes all in a row down her bottom. Very pretty! She was howling, and yelping and sobbing uncontrollably by the time I had delivered the 6^th stroke.

I laid the cane down and tapped her on her shoulder.

‘Come on Junie, up you come.’ I spoke softly to her, ‘Come and have a cuddle love, you did so very well for your first real spanking. It’s all over now, lets have a little cuddle and I’ll make you feel better, I promise’

She scooted off my knee and curled herself into my arms as I held her and stroked her bottom and soothed her heated skin. She had cold cream on her nightstand, and I instructed her to lay across my lap and I would apply the cream to her hot, sore bottom. She looked at me warily at first but then she realised I meant it and she lay across my lap one more time. This time for comforting soothing cream.

I took my time rubbing and smoothing that cold cream deep into her welts and deep red overheated cheeks. My fingers strayed once or twice to her pussy lips and she instantly reacted by thrusting her bottom up. I spanked it lightly and told her to be a good girl. We stayed like this for about 15 minutes and I watched utterly fascinated as her bottom turned dark red, with bruising that was already beginning to show. There was a lovely purple hue to her skin now, none of that pink blush that we had started out with. Her thighs were a shade lighter, but I imagine she was throbbing everywhere and was extremely frustrated into the bargain.

I patted her bottom and told her to get cleaned up and get some sleep, we had a big meeting the following morning and neither of us could afford to be late.

The following morning, I tapped on her door and she opened it and grinned at me. I stepped inside and watched her as she raced around the room getting ready.

I asked her how she felt after her spanking and she looked very slyly at me and said she felt amazing, although at the time it was very painful and humiliating to have absolutely no control over what happened to her, but afterwards when the throbbing started properly she had herself a great time from all accounts. She also asked me if I would consider spanking her again in the future which I of course readily agreed to. I also made her turn around and bend over so I could inspect her bottom for bruising and any blisters. I did stroke her for quite a while, it was a real turn on for me to come back that morning and inspect a spanking I had delivered. I left her feeling very frustrated again and told her I would see her in the canteen for the team managers meeting in 5 minutes. I delivered a few sharp slaps to her rump before I left chuckling at her dismay at not being able to play longer.

She was hooked…. and I was in my element!

~Random Punishment Selector~

This was my first attempt at a set punishment from the program. See the first two punishments? They were fine, 320 and 390 was about 10 minutes a piece with the machine set on max. and I was all good with that. The third one, 430 with the belt slapper, let me just tell you about that nasty little implement. It’s lethal! Stings like nothing else and leaves pitted marks and welts on your bottom for hours afterwards! So not quite as ‘all good with that’ as the first two punishments. But still feeling it, and I was already building up some excitement and dread for what was coming.

Now, the fourth punishment, OMG! 1500 swats with the hairbrush? Really? Jeez, I want pain not absolute torture! That is the equivalent of roughly 45 minutes with the machine on max power! F*@K!

Punishment Certificate This certificate dictates that Gemma, for the reason of being a very bad girl will receive the following punishment. Four sets of spankings. Set One: 320 swats with a butter paddle and Gemma bent over Set Two: 390 swats with a Jokari paddle and Gemma laying on the bed Set Three: 430 swats with a belt slapper and Gemma laying on the bed Set Four: 1500 swats with a wooden hairbrush and Gemma bent over. These spankings will be carried out with Gemma’s bottom bare. Signed: AnimeOTK

No matter, I was going for it! I needed a spanking and the random punishment selector had provided a format for one. It felt good not really having any control over what would be used or how many spanks I would take. More like being spanked than spanking myself. I set up the machine and got myself ready for a really hard spanking.

I have a new checkered mini skirt that I wanted to try out for a spanking scene so I set my bedroom up with the necessary implements and I stripped naked. Over the years I have worked out that wearing a bra is basically a complete waste of time and my puppies refuse to stay inside their restraint anyway so of late I have dispensed with the article completely when preparing for a spanking, preferring to bounce freely and on full show should there be an unsuspecting window cleaner about his business. I never draw the curtains, I don’t see why I should.

I pulled on a pair of stockings and attached them to my suspender belt, I dispensed with the need for panties too, no point they were coming off again in a matter of minutes and I didn’t have the luxury of time to linger over dressing, not if I was going to get the full spanking done!  I slipped my feet into my 4″ black stilettos and stood and inspected my bottom framed by the suspenders in the mirror. It was very creamy and nicely rounded and just begging to be spanked! The spanking from a few days before hadn’t even left a mark! I’ve never had a caning before where there wasn’t still some evidence a few days later that it had happened! Just goes to show how hard Graham actually caned me in the past! I miss Graham! I love the way my mind works when I’m setting up for a spanking. I get flashbacks from previous sessions and before I have completed my set up routine I am moist and my tummy is curling with anticipation and dread in equal measure.

I was in the zone now, the frisson of excitement curled through my belly and down to my pussy making her throb in anticipation. I was already moist and I could smell my sex, the scent was filling my senses and making me even more turned on than I was already. I slipped into my mini skirt and once again inspected my image in the mirror. There is something very sexy indeed about a woman only half dressed with her naked breasts and taught hard nipples on show. I tweaked them hard and flicked them a little just to be sure they were singing the same tune as my pussy. 

The mineral oil was sitting on the dresser waiting for me, and I applied liberal amounts to my cheeks and thighs and then a good covering for the butter paddle. I placed two pillows on the edge of the side of the bed facing the window and I positioned myself over the high mound. This made my bottom raise up very high and I slid the mini skirt up and rested it above my hips and tucked the hem into the back of my suspender belt. I was ready for a hard, fast spanking with a very painful paddle. 

I prepared my bottom with a warm up hand spanking for 5 minutes to each cheek and thighs and then I positioned myself in front of the butter paddle and switched the machine on. CRACK! The first smack landed then a second later the next one came in and set up a sting across both cheeks, I moaned deeply as the first flush of blood raised up and bloomed underneath the tender skin. CRACK it landed flush against my cheek again and this time it gripped my bottom and stuck to the mineral oil for a second before releasing it. It felt like I had been bitten and I moaned even more deeply. The machine arm was swinging again, and I adjusted my position so this time it landed against my thighs, it is such a small paddle but it packs a real wallop and it caught my thighs full on and I moved and jumped as the next one landed and nipped at my pussy lips as it scorched my skin with a stinging blow. I yelped and rolled my hips and waited a second or two to release the throbbing that was already beginning to build in my bottom. My pussy was already throbbing delightfully anyway and my bottom needed time to catch up.

Before long the machine was paddling my bottom furiously and eliciting yelps and howls and moans and wails with each smack of that paddle. My thighs were throbbing and stinging, my cheeks were turning a beautiful deep red and I continued to hold the position and reset the machine for a further 5 minutes on max power.  Ten minutes in total but the paddling had produced a wonderfully hot and stinging throbbing bottom and thighs. I was happy with the blush that covered my twin globes.

I gave myself 5 minutes corner time to allow the throbbing to really settle in, the next part of the spanking was with the Jokari Paddle and it was too big to go in the machine arm, so I was going to be swinging it myself which made this spanking section a counted one. 390 spanks. I figured 10 more wasn’t going to kill me so I rounded it up to an even 400. 200 each cheek.

I moved to the side of the bed this time, which positioned me right in front of the window and the open curtains. I get a little thrill out of the idea that anyone walking along the top of the road could see into my bedroom as they walk by. My house sits on an incline and the bedroom is actually kind of level with the road way. Buses go past every couple of hours and it’s occupants could get an eyeful if they happen to glance at my house. I don’t care. My tummy is curling with anticipation again and my pussy is throbbing happily away, the heat covering my bottom is lovely and the deep throbbing has really taken hold. I bend over the bed, tuck my skirt in at the back again and raise the jokari paddle. It lands with a real Crack across both cheeks and stings as it grips the twin surfaces. I quickly deliver ten strokes and count out loud as I go. I swap hands and deliver 10 more. My bottom is stinging painfully now, and I have begun to grimace as the spanks land with unerring accuracy across both cheeks. After the first 100 spanks I have started to hop about a little and wriggle under the onslaught, I aim for my thighs with the next sets of 10 each side and damn that hurts! My thighs had settled right down from the earlier spanking and this 20 was a shock for them. They are throbbing hottly and I wince as I deliver 20 more to the same areas. At the 200 mark I am beginning to wish I had rounded the number down. That final 10 might actually break my bottom. I am now in a world of pain as I continue to rain down spanks on both cheeks and thighs in equal measure and the sting and bite increases with each stroke until my thighs feel like they are on fire and I have twin hard spots on my cheeks which are now a lovely shade of deep, deep red. I continue with the spanking until I reach the 400th spank and I collapse on the bed, panting heavily and groaning at the heat emanating from my bottom and thighs. As usual, pussy has now gone to sleep. She only likes the heavy throbbing feeling, not the, ‘you’ve had your ass bitten everywhere’ kind of pain!

I stand up and walk to the corner of the room for 5 minutes corner time, more to rest my arms than anything else, no way can my bottom feel any worse than it does already! I was wrong of course, it can, and it does as a very heavy throbbing sets off in a tight band all across my bottom and my thighs! I just want to sit in a bath full of cold ice water right now to cool of my burning hot cheeks!

I finish the corner time and check the instructions from Anime and groan out loud when I read 430 strokes of the belt slapper, Gemma laying on the bed. I position the spanking machine so that it can spank me while I lay down on the bed and I attach the belt slapper. I am dreading this part, 430 strokes equates to about 12 minutes on the machine and I dutifully set the first 5 minutes and position myself as I switch it on.

Now, this position is a new one for me with the machine, I have always bent over the end of the bed which by default tightens my bottom and thighs. Lying down means my cheeks are plump and soft and when that nasty little slapper lands it gets a good deep spank biting into my cheeks. I howled and then HOWLED again as the slapper went about it’s work of turning my bottom purple, I wriggle up the bed a little to get a different spot on my cheeks and some to cover my thighs and OMG I must be absolutely barking mad to have even thought of moving! The belt slapper has now become my arch nemesis and I am being slapped everywhere because I’m jumping and rolling my hips trying to find a spot that won’t hurt as much. Finally the first 5 minutes are over and I lie prone on the bed sobbing. My bottom feels like it is on fire and I don’t think I can take another 7 minutes of this. I finally stand up and go and stand in the corner for 10 minutes. I am so sore I don’t know where to put myself to relieve the pain. Pussy has long since gone to sleep so no distraction there again. I can see my reflection in the mirror to the side of me and my thighs and cheeks are positively glowing bright red! A stirring of arousal arrows down to my groin as I gently stroke my cheeks and watch my hand smooth over the blistered heated skin. I get lost in the image for a little while until the arousal has turned into a heavenly throbbing in my pussy and I can cope again. 7 minutes left on the clock so I had better get on. I reposition myself on the bed and reset the machine for 5 minutes. This time, I don’t lie flat, I raise my knees slightly and crouch on the bed so that my cheeks are pulled taught. I may as well try every position! I switch the machine on and wait for the first slap to land. It does but I think my cheeks are still numb from the first onslaught and the next 5 minutes are about topping up on that numbness. I can still feel it, but it doesn’t hurt the way it did. I turn the dial again for the final 2 minutes and maintain my position. My fingers are cupping my pussy to keep the throb alive and well and I am feeling amazing!

Finally the belt slapper section of the punishment is over and I stand up and retrieve the slapper from the machine and replace it with the dreadful hairbrush. I am almost like an automaton at this point. I’m going through the motions without a real thought in my head for what I am doing or what is to come. What is to come is 45 minutes of a hairbrush spanking on maximum power with only a 5 minute corner time break in the middle.

I take my earlier position and spray mineral oil over my cheeks and thighs and they immediately begin to sting and burn like crazy. I am howling before I have even had the first of the hairbrush strokes!

What the hell did I do that for? The hairbrush lands as I wonder about my lack of sanity. I squeal as the wood connects with my cheek and sticks to the oil biting deeply before lifting off and coming back for another go. I set up my swaying motion so that both cheeks receive equal spanks and my thighs too. In honesty, the belt slapper had done its work and although my bottom was very, very sore and hot and throbbing the spanks from the hairbrush were not as severe as the first one that landed. I didn’t take the break in the middle, I continued with the whole 45 minutes and called myself every stupid name under the sun for putting in too high a multiplier for the hairbrush spanking on the Anime punishment selector.

I had learned a very severe lesson, or rather my bottom and thighs had.

I was happy though. The last time I had a spanking like this, Graham had been delivering it! The only thing missing was the tears. It didn’t make me cry. I did manage to make myself very happy immediately afterwards though and not just once. I lay prone on my bed waiting to come down from the last amazing orgasm. I had 20 minutes to pull myself together before my normal life took over again.

Finally I sat up and climbed off the bed and stood in front of the full length mirror. I lifted my skirt and looked at my glistening pussy in the mirror, I ran my fingers through the slick wet folds and soothed my very sensitive clit for a moment and savoured the deep throb that was still present, then I turned and looked over my shoulder at my throbbing deep red bottom and thighs and I smiled.

All images courtesy of the Internet except the butter paddle and the jokari paddles. They belong to me.

I have been tripping around on the internet again and I found a lovely spanking website. https://billenkoek.info/ Spanking! Joost the owner of said website is a lovely man who has decided spanking should not be vilified and he is educating people one visitor at a time about the pleasures of a painful spanking. I found his website thoroughly entertaining and I think I turned into a bit of a stalker for a little while. I was on there constantly, he has this https://billenkoek.info/fun/wheel-of-punishment/ wheel of punishment that when spun is the most fun I’ve had with spanking in a long time! Go on, click on the link and give it a try! You have to do what the wheel tells you though!

On the first spin of this lovely colourful little wheel, I got 100 spanks of the hairbrush on my bare bottom! Well, who am I to argue? (I know, I know, I do and frequently but not this time!) So over the end of my bed I went, skirt hiked up around my waist, stockings and suspenders perfectly framing my already bare bottom, (yes folks, I’ve gone back to being bare assed again, it is a much preferable state to be in) and I sprayed a little water over my cheeks to assist the brush to really grip. Damn did that brush really grip!

The first swat of the brush landed and I could feel it grip the moist surface of my bottom like it was covered in glue! The sting was sharp and the bloom that followed was delightfully fast especially as swat number two on the opposite cheek was now swiftly catching up in the blooming stakes. I spanked my cheeks alternating from one to the other, yelping with each swat now as they came hard and fast as I gave myself no time to adjust to the sting and just kept on spanking. It wasn’t long before both cheeks and my pussy were throbbing happily and all too soon I had reached the end of the 100 swats. I was actually disappointed that the spanking was over but I stood and walked over to the mirror to inspect my bottom. It was glowing really nicely but I wasn’t in that much pain. I suppose after being spanked by Stuart and co I had become accustomed to a much stronger harder spanking than I could deliver for myself. Oh well, I could always double up? Back to the wheel for a second punishment! 6 of the best with the cane on a bare bottom!

Oh. Okay. I was less than enthusiastic about this but up to the bedroom I went, skirt hiked over my hips and I bent over the end of the bed once again. I needed the machine for this, it delivers the cane much better than I could and so I set up the machine for 1 minute which is roughly 34 strokes. Now you see why I was less than enthusiastic? I can’t set it for anything less than 1 minute so I was already going to get much more than I had bargained for!

I switched the machine on and assumed the position. Whoosh! OW! OW! OW! What the hell happened there? Jeez! I had forgotten to turn down the power! It was on max and I couldn’t change it once the machine was operating, so I gritted my teeth and got on with it. Serves me right really, I should pay more attention to what I’m doing! By the time 10 strokes had been delivered straight across both cheeks I was howling and jumping about which of course brought the cane swiftly across the back of my thighs branding their creamy colour with a vivid red line. Before I could move the second stroke had landed just above the first, right across the sit spot and I confess I squealed loudly. Obviously to no avail as there was no one there to take pity on me and stop for a moment. The strokes just kept on coming and honestly, that was the longest minute in the history of minutes! Finally the machine stopped and I rubbed my poor bottom and thighs furiously. I went over and inspected the damage in the mirror and was surprised at the lack of markings there. There were plenty of red, angry welts but no clean, sharp red pinstripes I was used to having when being caned by Graham. No matter, my pussy was now very moist and heated and the throbbing in my cheeks and thighs was building nicely. I decided I had had sufficient spanking to keep me going for a day or two at least and I returned to my work space in the kitchen.

I sat down on the hard chair and my bottom complained a little but once again I was reminded that I had felt much worse after a spanking from either of the men. Also, the happy throb that had been singing just a few minutes before had subsided and miss pussy had gone to bloody sleep! This just wouldn’t do. I went back to Joost’s site and I spun that wheel once more. 50 spanks with a wooden spoon, bare bottom. Okay, this was more likely to hurt on top of what I had already done, but just for good measure I spun the wheel once again. 100 strokes with the paddle, bare bottom.

So 50 with a wooden spoon, 100 with a jokari paddle and I was now sure my bottom would be closer to feeling how it should after a spanking.

By the time I had finished these two sets of spankings my bottom was singing a different tune completely! It throbbed painfully, my pussy was very quiet which was quite normal at this stage because I recognised my brain telling me it could have done with the pleasurable distraction right now. Finally I had achieved a spanking I could feel for a few hours at least!

The pent up frustration had finally dissipated somewhat and I was once again in my happy playtime place feeling completely content and so of course I went back to visit Joost’s website while I was feeling all warm and fuzzy. During that visit I found a link on his page to the https://animeotk.com/punishment.php Anime Random Punishment Selector!

Now this little piece of magic was a game changer for me. Who needs a man or a woman for that matter, (I’ve said it before, I’m not fussy,) to spank you when you have this little program at your fingertips? Check it out people, spanking just took a whole new turn into a trip down the rabbit hole again, but this time it was full of wonderful ways to spank yourself and also a multiplier so I didn’t have to set my own counts just get the program to do it for me. Oh yes, I would live to regret that happy decision, I can tell you, or closer to the point, my bottom would, but that’s another story!

~Random Punishment Selector~

Punishment CertificateThis certificate dictates that Gemma, for the reason of very bad girl will receive the folllowing punishment Four sets of spankings. Set One: 320 swats with a butter paddle and Gemma bent over Set Two: 390 swats with a Jokari paddle and Gemma laying on the bed Set Three: 430 swats with a belt slapper and Gemma laying on the bed Set Four: 1500 swats with a wooden hairbrush and Gemma bent over. These spankings will be carried out with Gemma’s bottom bare.. Signed: AnimeOTK

To be continued…

I have not seen or heard from Stuart in 3 months, Not since that night. I confess, I miss him, a lot. Just not enough to give in to his demands. I’m stubborn as all get out, and so in spite of myself I refuse to give in. It might make for a barren spanking life, but it sure as hell keeps everything else under my control this way. If he offered to spank me again though, I would be there like a shot, just sayin…

So imagine my surprise when I received a text from him this morning! He is working locally to me and wants to know if he can call in and collect his paddle and anything else he may have left behind?

Cold little text, no emojis, no kisses, just a few words asking for his stuff back, fuck him, he could wait. I grabbed my car keys and my purse and I opened the front door. Yeah, he was at the door, waiting. I guess he knows me quite well now?

I sighed and stood back to let him in.

‘Your paddle is in the kitchen, and your other stuff is spread all over the house so you will have to go find it yourself, I’m going out, so lock up when you’re done please.’

I didn’t even look at him, I just wanted to get out of there while I still could.

Stuart put his hand on my arm and slowed my exit. ‘Gem, wait. Can we talk please? I really miss you, I even miss your bad behaviour and smart mouth!’ A flicker of a smile curved his lips as he spoke. He stood closer to me, my pulse kicked up 10 notches, I inhaled his scent and went dizzy, (no romantic wordy stuff from me peeps, sorry) and I put my hands on his chest and pushed him away slightly. Only slightly! Jeez if you could just see this man! All toned muscles, tall and lean, and those eyes! Damn, I could feel myself leaning in and getting lost. Slightly was all I had in me! I was hard put not to pull instead of push! Then my mouth saved me and had a party all of its own.

‘Is that all you miss Stuart? Don’t you miss the spanking too? Isn’t that why you’re here? For your paddle? Obviously you’ve found another bottom to spank, which is why you need the paddle back. So, I’ve told you where it is, help yourself, I shall leave you to it.’ Ha! Way to Go Mouth! Jump right in there and cause your Mama a whole heap of trouble why don’t you?!

He blew out an exasperated sigh, ‘No, I haven’t found someone else, I used the paddle as an excuse to call and see you! Why are we fighting Gem?’

I stared at him coldly, ‘Because you didn’t care enough about me to keep your anger to yourself Stuart, that’s why we’re fighting. Because you couldn’t get your own way and you ranted in my face. In short, you scared the crap out of me and I’m not coming back into the ring for round two.’ I was amazed at how unemotionally I delivered that, I didn’t even know that was the reason I was so torn up about it all.

I might as well have punched him in the stomach, he literally deflated before my eyes, his face was ashen and he looked devastated, Good! Now he knew what it felt like!

Spiteful bitch I am. I couldn’t keep it up though, he truly was devastated and I couldn’t stand to see him like that. ( Yeah, I know, who the hell do I turn in to with this man? Meh!) I gave up trying to leave and closed the front door. I turned away from him and headed for the kitchen. I took two cups down and made us both coffee. Don’t be getting all excited peeps, I’m not changing my mind, he’s been a friend a lot longer than he was a lover, and I keep telling you all I miss him! I want my friend back. I’m prepared to back down that far, and like I said earlier, maybe if he suggested a spanking I might take him up on it…

He sat in his usual seat at the table and I put his coffee in front of him and sat down at the side of him. He reached over and held my hand, stroking it with his thumb, backwards and forwards… I was mesmerized by the feelings that stupid little bit of contact was creating in the pit of my stomach!

‘I’m really sorry Gem, I’ve never been like that with anyone ever, and to do that to you of all people… I know what you’ve lived through, I should have known better. I’m very sorry.’ Aw shit, I hate it when people do that! Genuinely apologise and you know they mean every bloody word! I wanted to shout at him, I wanted to say my piece, I wanted to make him feel terrible for the way he had made me feel. He robbed me by being genuinely remorseful, worse than that he was really upset by how deeply his actions that day had affected me. How do I fight against that? I couldn’t even ram the point home because he got it. He already understood what he had done.

See, the thing is, even though Stuart managed to scare the crap out of me during the big argument, I still trusted him not to hurt me. I knew deep down, he would walk away rather than physically hurt me. Despite all the harsh words, and I am as guilty of throwing some nasty words around too, I knew I was safe. I just didn’t like that he had resorted to the ‘I can shout louder than you, and look angrier and scarier than you’ tactics my checkered past was full of.

Anyway, I sighed deeply, shook my head, withdrew my treacherous hand, and drank my coffee. Then I smiled at him. ‘How have you been Stu? I missed you too, by the way.’

He threw his head back and laughed, it was a beautiful sound and I relaxed and began to enjoy his impromptu visit immensely. It wasn’t long before the conversation took it’s usual turn towards all things spanking. I suppose Stu knows me well enough to know, he may have stopped spanking me, but I was always going to carry on. He just assumed I would go back to self spanking with the machine.

I told him about my short foray into the world of internet spanking and how I had ended up being the conductor of a hard spanking for Aaron’s bottom. I was laughing as I relayed the details of the conman’s fall from grace in my world.

ANDDDDDD that got me into trouble…

Stuart shook his head in dismay and then levelled that stern look at me that makes my legs turn to jelly and other parts of me to liquid heat! ‘Gem! You are utterly incorrigible! You deserve a spanking more than this Aaron bloke did! Your behaviour… honestly woman!’

I sat back and crossed my arms over my chest and stretched my short legs out in front of me and I glared right back at him. ‘Anyone would think you had some say in the matter of my behaviour Stuart. But we both know you don’t so hey ho, I guess I’m getting away with anything and everything these days.’

Stuart did his single raised eyebrow thing, there was a small smile playing around the corner of his mouth but he continued to view me sternly. In a low voice that made my kneecaps wobble, he said, ‘Are you telling me I can’t spank you Gem?’

I shook my head and kept silent. I wanted to see where he was going with this.

He grinned at me, ‘You aren’t telling me I can’t spank you, yet you’ve just told me I don’t have a say in your behaviour any longer. You’re arguing against yourself.’ He raised a questioning eyebrow again.
‘No I’m not,’ I said, ‘You’re the one doing all the talking, I’m just listening. But, I can clarify if it would help you. Of course you can spank me, but you don’t have any say over my behaviour. I’m not answering to you Stuart. I’m not curbing my excesses for you either. They are mine and I’m owning that shit these days.’ I waited. It didn’t take long at all.

He winced at my bad language, jeez anyone would think I had F bombed all over the place. He leaned forward and tugged my arm free and I let him. My pulse was doing a tap dance to rival the River Dance tempo and my tummy filled up with butterflies. He pulled me to my feet and I went with it. He pushed his chair out wide from the table and looked at my skirt pointedly and then my face. ‘Hand me the paddle Gem and then dispose of the skirt, it’s way past time baby.’

Damn it! 5 Minutes! That’s all it took! five whole minutes from me being fuming with him to being bare-assed across his knee taking a good solid warm up hand spanking! Oh god I had missed this. It hurt like hell because I hadn’t been spanked in over a week so it didn’t take long before I was making little mewling sounds and wriggling about to try to distribute the heat more evenly. Stuart always went for the tender spots first, top of the thighs and the centre of my twin globes! I wriggled some more and yelped as he caught my thighs full on with a flurry of sharp spanks to each one. He anchored me around the waist more firmly and pulled me up his thighs higher so that my bottom was now raised up in the centre of his lap.

He stopped the hand spanking and stroked my heated cheeks, letting his fingernails gently score the sensitive skin until I thought I was going to scream with frustration. He squeezed my thighs gently, stroked between my legs, lingered over my pussy lips and slid his fingers through the juices that were always present whenever he was in control of me.

‘You are a bad girl Gem, so turned on when you should be begging for forgiveness. I really have got my work cut out for me today.’ His fingers continued their gentle probing assault on my pussy and I groaned and moaned and wiggled and pushed back against his hand but he laughed and slapped my bottom hard on both cheeks.

‘Oh no, Lady! This is punishment and you are going to be so red and sore you won’t sit down for a week after this spanking. I promise you.’

I felt him reach down and retrieve the paddle from the floor at the side of the chair and then that first spank landed so hard and fast I had no time to prepare for the sting that exploded across both my cheeks. I yowled and put my hand behind me to try to cover my bottom, bloody hell that hurt like blazes!! I kicked my legs out at the same time and wriggled as the paddle connected again and again in a fast heavy stream of spanks all over my thighs then my cheeks, my hand caught one and I swiftly cursed and removed it from the spanking area, I heard him chuckle as he made full use of the area my hand had vacated and I squealed and kicked out. He trapped my legs between his own and I was upended even further so I had to place my hands on the floor to maintain my balance.

Oh god my bottom was on fire! The heat was erupting everywhere, the throbbing had set in now and my pussy was dripping and I was sobbing and yelping and he just carried on, bringing that paddle down everywhere, Crack! It landed on my left cheek and the sting went so deep it felt like I had been bitten! Crack! The paddle came down on my right cheek and I squealed at the impact, smack, smack on my thighs, Ow, Ow, Ow, Ow, OW! That hurt so much I could feel the tears pricking the back of my eyes.

Then he paused, pushed open my legs and his fingers stroked my pussy, pushing past my lips to find my throbbing clit and he flicked and rubbed and sank his fingers where ever he wanted, soaking them then wiping them on my overheated bottom then back to my clit and oh my GOD!! I came so hard I saw stars, I moaned deeply and he laughed and resumed his spanking with the paddle. I screamed and raised up howling and begging and pleading for it to stop now. ‘Please stop now, I promise I won’t go hunting on the internet, I promise not to take my frustrations out on someone else’s bottom I promise I promise I promise!’ The tears were flowing freely and I was sobbing hard. He ignored all my pleas and continued with the spanking for another excruciatingly long 10 minutes until my bottom was a deep, deep purple and my thighs were a solid block of heat and pain and throbbing sensation. He held the paddle in front of my face and spoke very quietly, ‘Open up Gem, paddle between the teeth baby, and don’t you dare drop it or you will get another 10 minutes of the same.’

I gripped that paddle between my teeth and bit down, hard. I would bite a blasted chunk out of that damned thing before the day was out, so help me.

I tried to stand and his hand pushed me back into position.
‘Oh no, we aren’t done yet baby, stay where you are until I tell you you can move.’ I resumed the position and waited. I felt his hand smoothing over the hot, hot skin of my bottom now, smoothing, squeezing, fingernails dragging, then a flurry of sharp slaps all over and I bit down and yelped all at the same time. He repeated the actions a few times, spanking then stroking then spanking then stroking, until I didn’t think it was ever going to end.

He was slowing down now, the spanks were becoming lighter, his fingers were between my thighs again, he squeezed my inner thighs and it made me groan deeply, bloody hell this was slow torture, then his fingers found my pussy and he stroked and slid and stroked and slid those fingers until I was trembling all over and desperate to cum. He knew exactly what he was doing too, because he leaned down and whispered, ‘You can cum when I tell you baby, not before. You cum before, you are going to be spanked for another ten minutes with the paddle. Be a good girl and be patient while I play….’

An hour later and I was sat fully dressed and alone in my kitchen wondering just where I had lost the high ground and the control. I was feeling utterly, but delightfully exhausted, my bottom and thighs were on fire and throbbing away happily, my pussy? Well, she was sleeping now, but damn she had had herself a good time today!

I looked at the paddle Stuart had left on the table and I smiled a very satisfied smile.

All images are courtesy of the internet