Nice placement of strap marks.
When it was all over, I had her lie down on her tummy. I promised her I wouldn’t spank her. Instead, I put arnica gel on her marks, and then offered her the choice of orange-scented or unscented lotion. She chose the former; that’s what’s causing the glistening in the photos. I love how clearly you can see where the end of the strap fell.
Once we were done, we talked for a bit, she packed up, we hugged, and she got on the road for the long (five-hour) drive home.
S is a good friend. I’m glad she and I connected. And she can take (and give) one hell of a spanking. Last time we played, she told me she was barely marked at bedtime, but was solid purple the next morning. I wonder what colors she’ll discover this time.
The final two sets.
(8a, 8b) I flogged her for a little while, and then went to her bag and took out the London Tanner strap she brought. She managed to take five with it (I spaced them out a lot), and she cried. Two of them sounded like gunshots.
(9a, 9b) I told her that, to finish things off, if she could guess the implement I gave her two swats with the night before, she could have two more. Otherwise she’d get ten. It was a bath brush, she didn’t guess it, and she got ten good, hard whacks. You can best see in 9a how I concentrated them in the same two spots.
And then we were done.
This is the next morning.
Before this happened, she went to take a shower, and we were intent on crossing something off her bucket list. In the scene the night before, I grounded her from her phone (which I would never do in real life because she needs to stay in contact with people). In the morning, I knocked on the bathroom door and confronted her about seeing her phone on her bed and a text conversation. There was a bath brush in my hand, and I opened the shower curtain and spanked her about twenty times with it, while lecturing her. She squealed very loudly. Then I closed the curtain, told her we’d talk more when she got out, and I left the bathroom.
(6) About 45 minutes later, I decided she needed a nice hard spanking (and some marks) to take on the drive home. I started with her bent over the bed, using my hand, and over the course of the next five minutes I must have spanked her 200-250 times, at varying levels of intensity. My hand was on fire after.
(7a, 7b) We moved so that S was over my knee and I spanked her more with my hand, and then with one of my lighter paddles. She couldn’t stay still for that one, because it stings a LOT. You can also see where I had to spank her thighs.
One thing S and I planned to do was a role-play scene where the same parental role-play character that had belted her last time would punish her again, this time for doing something really awful. Since she has a very strong negative physical reaction to cigarettes, I told her I would “find” them in her bag, confront her, and punish her severely.
She stalled for quite a while, but I eventually kick-started the scene. I snapped her into headspace, put her up against the wall, blasted the seat of her pants with my hand, and then took her by the ear and put her in the bedroom corner and told her to wait there while “I call your mother and we figure out what we’re going to do about this.”
I took the opportunity to make an actual phone call, so she could hear me talking but not make out what I was saying (it was completely unrelated to spanking), and then came back in. I got her out of the corner — where she was actually crying a little bit — and confronted her. I reminded her that I told her last time I didn’t want to have to do this again, that she was too old for this, et cetera, and I told her that I’m not disappointed in her, just in her choices.
Then it was time for her to face the music. Pants down, over the bed, and about a dozen of the hardest hand-spanks I’ve ever given. I took off my slipper and whacked her with that too, mostly for the sound. Then I undid my belt, doubled it over, and gave her five hard licks.
In the scene, she was pretending to be sixteen, and I told her “the last time you lied to me, ten years ago, you got six licks. This time, sixteen. Next time, I triple it.” And I put my entire arm into those licks — I was playing the role of the parent right to the hilt, and she played the role of the sixteen-year-old to the hilt as well.
When it was over, she swore never to lie to me or break the law again, and I let her up and hugged her and told her she was a good girl, and the scene ended with her face wet with tears.
In the photos, you can see where the end of the belt landed in sort of a diagonal line along her right side. I tend to aim low.
We had dinner, and then we moved onto the next implement specifically purchased for this trip: a novelty paddleball paddle. S said that, when she was a girl, that was what was used when she got spanked. Because it’s so light, I was able to go both fast and slow, soft and hard. The joke was that her mother had broken more than one of these on her bottom, so I would paddle her with it until I broke it.
It wouldn’t break.
Eventually I gave her twenty very hard swats and we stopped.
(3a, 3b) Results of the novelty paddle.
(4) I believe I flogged her some more, as well as blasting her butt twice with a bathbrush. You can see the bullseye on the left side.
S returned this past weekend for another spanking session. She came bearing gifts — a lexan cane, a custom-made paddle, and a cherry cheesecake. None of which I asked for. She’s just a very giving person. We used two of the three items (the cane was off-limits — she wanted it out of her toy chest). But not in the photos above.
As with H’s most recent session, I’ve started adding numbers to the bottom-left of each photo. There are a lot from this session, so make sure you don’t miss any.
(1) As a warm-up, and for a specific video S posted on her FetLife page, I gave her 37 swats with my hand, a rubber spatula that says “Naughty”, and a ping-pong paddle.
(2) This was about ten minutes later. I’m not sure what all we used, but I think it was a few various items just to get in the swing of things. Perhaps the flogger. I don’t recall.
Normally I wouldn’t reblog a photo quite like this, but that face…
H and I took about an hour-long break so she could recuperate. But when I checked her bottom again, the colors and bruising were already starting to fade.
(6) Before more spanking.
(7) After my hand, the flogger, and four really, REALLY hard swats with the bath brush.
Following the spanking, we sat on the couch (yes, sat; she’s a masochist) and talked for a while, mostly about what was going on and how she felt after all of that. But all things must end, and she had to get home, so we hugged goodbye and said we wouldn’t wait so long before seeing each other again.
This morning, when I checked on H, she told me her entire body ached and her backside was quite colorful. I’m hoping she sends photos soon.
Once I was done spanking H over my knee, I moved us into the bedroom so she could stretch out (and get restrained at the wrists and ankles). I don’t remember every implement I used, but I did use my new three-foot-long paddle, its little brother, the belt, and H’s new favorite implement: my new flogger. She got torn up with it, and she loved every second.
(3) Just the flogger.
(3a) A few with the new paddles.
(4) More with the flogger, and also the belt — note the relatively-vertical marks on the right side.
(5) Bright red lines from my rubber tawse/strap. She howled. That was the end of the main part of the session.