Wednesday, June 15, 2016

The Spanking by Anonymous


It had been a difficult week. It began with high hopes when his Domme had asked him to join Her at a private party. He had been a good boy, mostly, for the last month when he pleased Her by giving excellent service at the last event they had attended. To the best of his knowledge he hadn’t "written any more checks that his ass needed to cash" as She had preferred to call bad behavior.

Unfortunately, then came Monday. The day started off innocently enough until he made his first call of the day. An important deal hadn’t gone as hoped and it meant a probable delay in finalizing it. The rest of the day went downhill from there. The biggest help with all the turmoil came from Her who totally supported his efforts. Sadly there were a few times during the week that he let frustration and whimsy get the better of him and he wrote several 'checks' he knew She would 'cash' at the party.

The last 2 days before the party he felt the anxiety start to build. His mind kept asking what’s going to happen, what will it be like, how will he react. The curiosity battled with the anxiety causing a state of heightened awareness of everything going on around him. He asked what Her plans were, but She responded as She usually did, “I will decide when we are there and know what the possibilities are.” It was the most logical and sensible approach, yet it frustrated him because there was no way to mentally prepare for anything specific beyond the fact he would suffer pain for her. That he would also feel the endorphin rush and subspace, most likely, was somewhat comforting, but didn’t make the anxiety of the impending pain go away.

Finally the day arrived. The morning seemed to crawl as he forced himself to focus on the tasks at hand before the party. He spoke to Her as usual with a greeting and report of his current mental and physical status. He listened attentively to Her about how She was doing that day and felt his anxiety start to build as he realized She was doing well and looking forward to the evening. The day began to speed up and soon it was lunchtime then dinner and finally time to leave for the party.

The trip was agonizingly slow, as it seemed to take forever to get to the place. He finally arrived and found a parking spot, happy to note She was already there. He walked to the door after texting his arrival note to Her. She greeted him at the door with a warm hug and led the way to a room where others had gathered and were getting acquainted. She set a pillow on the ground before Her and he knelt on it bowing his head. He was gratified when he felt Her hand lift his chin and She slid Her collar in place securing it comfortably around his neck.

They spent some time being introduced to people he didn’t know grateful to hear Her introduce him as Her minion, boy or servant. After a sometime had passed the Hosts welcomed everyone more formally and informed every one of the rules for the party. It was now very real. With this announcement and the look on Her face, it was obvious it was really going to happen tonight. He was going to get the spanking that he deserved from his misplaced humor, earworms and occasional misdirected release of frustration.

He continued to give the best service to Her he knew how to give. He hoped it would make Her more lenient in Her check cashing. Inwardly he knew that it was a vain hope. She would do what She knew to be right for him. Indeed that was one of the things he respected most about Her. She took care of him and worked hard to build him up and help him become a better person both physically and mentally. Such caretaking is always deserving of the best he could offer Her. He even understood these corrections of behavior were meant to help him change in some cases and were actually rewards for him in others.

She caught his attention, “Minion, come here.” She commanded.

He came to her and knelt before her as she continued speaking. “You know that during the last week you have written a few checks. It is time to cash them. Remove your clothing down to your underwear.”

He complied making sure he neatly folded his shirt and pants and placed his socks in his shoes. She motioned to her bag and ordered “Get my bag and bring it here. Then I want you to bring out my wooden hairbrush.”

“Do you wish your crops and floggers Ma’am?” he asked tentatively.

She responded, “No, just the brush for now.”

He opened the bag carefully so as not to let anything fall out and found Her brush. After pulling it out he closed the bag and knelt at Her feet, presenting the brush to Her. She took it from his hand and set it beside Her.

“Stand up minion.” She said.

He complied and she motioned for him to come closer. He stepped closer not sure where this was heading. She grabbed the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down to his knees. Instinctively he reached down to take them off completely but she told him, “No, leave them there and lay across my lap.”

He hesitated because she had never spanked him over her knee before, but she grabbed his hand and helped him lay across her knee. He meekly said, “I’m sorry Ma’am, I apologize for all the checks I wrote this week.”

“I accept your apology minion. This cleansing spanking is meant to clear the slate between us so we can start anew for the next week.” She said lovingly.

He felt her warm hand caress his bottom and his mind went on high alert. “Please be gentle Ma’am.” he pleaded. “I said I was sorry and I really am sorry.” he begged, his voice tentative and concerned about the pain he was about to feel.

He felt her hand lift from his butt and braced for the sting. Slap! Her hand came down on his soft skin and he flinched gritting his teeth. Slap, came another blow on the other cheek. Followed by three more on each cheek in succession. He struggled to not reach his hand back and keep his legs straight. Then he felt Her hand gently caressing his already warm skin. She parted his legs so she could get at some more sensitive areas on his inner thighs.

Slap! Slap! Her hand hit the back of each thigh. Then a series of rapid fire spanks on his sit spot of each cheek. She caressed his butt again and asked, “How are you doing minion?” It was a quick check in cause he knew She was far from finished.

He spoke honestly. “It hurts Ma’am, but I’m ok. Please be gentle.”

He realized the last bit of pleading was a useless gesture of surrender that said in reality “I am here to accept your sentence and serve it as I serve you with all I can give Ma’am.”

He gave an involuntary gasp when he realized she had picked up the brush and was running it over his thighs, butt and between his legs. He was surprised when the first stroke hit between his legs above his scrotum near where the thighs meet the butt. She caressed his cheeks with the brush briefly before…Smack! Smack! A double hit set his bum on fire for a second. He started to reach back with his hand and then restrained himself breathing deeply in and out in and out.

She caressed again and when the brush lifted off the skin She felt him tense up in anticipation of the next stroke. Instead, she caressed his bottom with her free hand causing him to relax, then rapidly removed her hand and brought the brush down with medium force 5 times in a row on the exact same spot. He cried out “Fuck Ouch Ma’am Damn it!!!”

She switched to the other cheek and let loose 5 more medium swings on the exact same spot on that one. “OHHH God Fuck Ma’am Ouch’ He cried some more as tears started to fill his eyes. His hands started to reach back with each stroke but he restrained himself each time. He breathed deeply forcing himself to relax in and out in and out in and out. She caressed his butt some more and he relaxed further in her control. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Landed on the backs of his thighs two each. He lifted his body halfway through those 4, just a bit, letting her knows how much those strokes hurt but he collapsed and began to cry softly whimpering apologies.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! 4 more rained down on his butt, each one followed by a curse and whimpering. She raised the brush one more time and brought it down in a rapid succession not counting the strokes but spanking until he cried “Red Ma’am OMG Red.”

She gently laid the brush down and began to caress his hot red bottom gently running her other fingers through his hair whispering what a good boy he was. She helped him get in a more comfortable position in her arms holding him gently wiping his tears, telling him “It’s all over, the slate is clean. You are such a good boy.”

He was in a dreamlike state deep in space as the endorphin's flooded his body, aware of only her soothing voice and warm caresses. Gently sobbing and repeating, “I am sorry Ma’am, so sorry. Please forgive me I’ll be good.”

She kept cuddling him until the sobs were replaced with a contented smile. She handed him his water bottle and he drank from it greedily. “Thank you Ma’am. I needed that so much.” he managed to whisper.

When he was ready he got up and pulled his boxers up grimacing when they touched his very sore bottom. “May I get some food please Ma’am?” he asked.

She responded affirmatively. “May I get you something as well Ma’am?” he asked remembering he was still in service to Her.

“Yes Minion,” she responded, “ you know what I need.”

He went to the food table and fixed two plates with appropriate food for both of them and then went back to her. He handed her the plate he fixed for her and started to sit at her feet. She stopped him and patted beside her with her one arm open for him to cuddle some more as they restored their energy.

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