The Spanking Bench Discipline
I hesitated posting due to a recent post by someone who knows nothing about Bob and my 'spanking relationship'. There was the assumption that all Bob and I do are 'games' and we don't actually have a 'real' (by their definition) discipline relationship going on. I was the product (along w/ Bob) of quite an assault on our spanking relationship. It was very tough to not take it personally. (Thanks to LadyD, this was deleted) Yes, Bob also spanks me erotically and we do 'play' at scenario discipline at times. There are also times when it's real discipline, but more warning, light discipline. Then there is also very real discipline. Granted he doesn't have to discipline me often for 'real life' issues as honestly I tend to have a pretty 'together' life, however, when he does step in, it's normally 'safety or health' issues.
It takes allot for someone to post about their 'private/personal' 'real' discipline issues and after having thought this through I will continue to post when I feel the desire when I am really disciplined for REAL issues.
As usual I was to meet Sir for what was to be a fun session, however, about 2 or 3 days beforehand I had done something which I knew I shouldn't. I had ridden a motorcycle. I had promised Sir I'd not do that and quite honestly I've not done it for a year so when I broke the rule I had mixed emotions. In fact, I was proud that I'd made it that long without riding one. Plus, to boot, I was supposed to go riding all day, but I ended up on the motorcycle for only 30 minutes due to feeling the guilt and knowing I shouldn't be on it due to safety issues. SO my thinking was I 'got off' the cycle, certainly Sir would like that.
I confessed to Sir I had been on the cycle earlier in the week. I got an email back from him explaining that I would have to be disciplined and that he understands at times we backslide. Hhhhmmm.... Seemed pretty good to me, he didn't lecture me, didn't bawl me out, didn't really react. He only said it was a repeat issue and he'd have to consider the punishment carefully. What I should have done was considered what Sir wasn't saying in that email, not what he was saying. My first mistake.
Sir also told me he got a new piece of equipment which I would be spending allot of time on. He said it could be used for both erotic and discipline. Of course, he didn't bother telling me what this new piece of equipment was. He had me curious.
I met Sir at our destination, he of course greeted me with a hug and I felt safe and secure. Sir escorted me up to the room, normally we check in together, this time Sir was earlier then I, which meant he was preparing something. I knew this, and I was excited and nervous. Was he preparing the new piece of equipment for my erotic pleasure, or was he preparing the discipline. I wasn't to paniced this point about the discipline as I didn't get the impression he was 'too upset'. Tho, honestly, Sir never really gets upset, he is very calm, which is another reason he makes a great disciplinarian.
We chitchat a bit in the elevator, small talk. We get off on the appropriate floor and Sir leads the way to the room. He was quiet and opened the door for me. I put one of my bags down as he put my other bag down and kind of nudged me into the room further. I looked up and spied it...... Seems Sir found himself a 'spanking bench', metal, tho he had put pillows on it. He had me straddle it and lay across it. I still had on a dress and had to spread my legs as I lied across it. Very sexy..... felt very much on display. Sir took a few strokes at my bottom with various implements and adjusted the bench to my height.
During the first hour or so Sir and I were discussing the motorcycle incident. I wasn't being flip at first as I knew I'd get disciplined, however, I wasn't expecting too much as Sir didn't really expand on the issue in email. He then told me it would be a category 3, which I knew, but hearing him say it 'got me'. I asked what implements and how many strokes. Sir didn't answer me, just merely said he would spank me till he felt I learned a lesson and no number of strokes. As we're speaking, he's starting to lecture me, making me realize I was in trouble, More so then I had anticipated. I then began developing an attitude. If I had known I'd be in THIS much trouble I would have stayed on that cycle for more then 30 minutes I kept thinking to myself. Sir then told me I would be restrained over his new contraption/spanking bench and basically I'd not know how many of anything, how long, what implements and etc... Now I was getting nervous, I knew I would not have control, I HATE not knowing when it will be done. I hate not knowing how long and I especially hated him 'getting to me'. I needed to get a grip, I needed control. Sarcastically, I said, 'If I'd known the punishment would be this bad and serious I would have stayed on that cycle ALL day'! My voice was forceful, sarcastic and direct. Second mistake.
Sir then began lecturing me and telling me that is not the way to talk and I'd do better if I was at least remorseful acting. Of course beforehand I was, until I began realizing I was losing control. I name, 'Sassi' and got mouthier with Sir expressing my discontentment and aggravation wishing I'd stayed on longer and at least enjoyed the ride. I was annoyed, he knew it, I knew it and my dear Sir was Calm as could me, which of course just aggravated more! All I could think was I was only on it for 30 minutes.
Sir then instructs me to get ready for the discipline. I vanish into the bathroom, consoling myself that it's only the strap/cane/lexan, I can do this, hell, I'll eroticize the pain and 'show him'. Of course, I can't eroticize discipline cuz it's not mixed w/ pleasure, but that didn't even enter my mind, I wasn't thinking straight. In the bathroom I was not remorseful I was annoyed that I had no control and didn't know what I was in for. I couldn't even pretend to be sorry at this point, I wanted to, but this fight inside me wouldn't allow it.
I came out of the bathroom dressed as he liked, thigh hi's, thong, heels and I had a piece of lingerie which was black, Victoria's Secret. He wanted me comfortable and in this teddy I was comfy. I put this on intentionally cuz it snapped at the crotch, normally I wear something which can be pulled up, no trouble, however, I wanted Sir to work at having to get to my bottom! Yes, that seems small and strange, but I had no control, and small insignificant things were all I knew to control.
He told me I would first be put over his knee for a otk bare bottom spanking. Of course I love being over his knee as it makes me feel secure and it allows me to feel safe. Before he placed me over his knee he took my face him his hands, made me look him square in the eyes and told me he is doing this because he cares about me and that he wouldn't want anything happening to me on a cycle. I nodded as I knew he was right, but I had that fire in me and the agreeing nod did not match the look in my eye. Third mistake.
Sir then took my hand and pulled me over his lap. I felt his hands on my bottom as he began lecturing me. He was kind of scratching my bottom lightly with his finger tips. Normally I might get into this, however, I wanted to scream at him cuz it was annoying me waiting for that first slap, the inevitable I settled into his lap, he positioned my bottom where he wanted it and began a very long, hard and intense otk spanking. Sir didn't unsnap my teddy, instead he simply pulled it into the crack of my ass, which made me evern MORE aware of my bottom. I squirmed tried to not allow it to affect me. Normally otk doesn't 'get me', however, for some reason his hand felt more stingie and I was squirming every slap landed on my suddenly inflamed bottom. I rarely throw my hand back to block him for a hand spanking, but I did, he pinned it to my back and began the assault again. I hate having my hands taken from me, he knows this and I'm sure he kept my hand there for a while for that very reason. He finally let go of it and demanded I spread my legs. There is something slightly humiliating about being told to spread your legs when you're getting disciplined. Maybe in my mind it's due to the fact that if you say spread your legs I think sexual, and this was going to be anything BUT sexual so he wanted my legs spread??? WHY???? It only made me feel more vulnerable and on display. Of course I spread my legs instantly, but was fighting inside the fact that my sex was on display even if I was over his knee and he couldn't really SEE it. It's the idea which was getting to me.
Endless lecturing, reminding me of my age, reminding me I was naughty, reminding me he cared for me and didn't want me hurt as Sir landed his non-tiring hand on my bottom time and time again. I could begin to feel my bottom throb as he spanked my sit spot over and over again and demanding I keep my legs spread so he could get that little spot right inside the inside of the thighs. I'd spread my legs giving him access as I tried to calm myself mentally, knowing this was just the start. Suddenly out of nowhere the spanking stopped, I felt his fingers lightly touching my bottom as I was gasping and trying to compose myself. Sir then instructed me to get up and get across the spanking bench. He wanted me on the end of it, straddle it and spread my legs. Sir then restrained me down on it. I whined a bit and told Sir my bottom was burning, he simply said, 'Good, it will be burning much more here in a bit'. I hissed to myself and wanted to claw out his eyes. I then felt his hand on the small of my back as I felt him put oil on my bottom. He rubbed it into my bottom as I winced from his touch. It felt good to have him use the oil, yet I knew that would all change in a matter of moments.
Perhaps it was nerves, perhaps it was a mental lapse in sanity, but I busted out, 'I wish I'd known I was going to get disciplined so harshly as I would have STAYED on that cycle ALL DAY'! I said this with force and quite the attitude. Right after those words came out of my mouth I noticed him in the mirror, he was wiping the hairbrush. Panic immediately swept me, I remember turning cold and I remember saying, 'Please, no, not the hairbrush'. He simply said, this seems to be the one implement which will get your attention. I shut up immediately as I knew I was in deep enough and had dug myself in deeper then I had originally planned. Sometimes I wish I could be quiet and sub like as I'm sure I'd save my ass allot of pain, but I have this natural fight w/in me.
I then feel Sir land one stroke on my right cheek. I felt him pull my teddy into the crack of my ass as he began. I remember thinking, 'Oh no, please don't'. I might have said it, not really sure. Anyway, the first four strokes were hard and from one cheek to the other, slow, well calculated and hard. I squirmed and tried to breathe as I hated the day Ed Lee sent him that damn hairbrush. Then out of no where Sir began peppering my bottom with the hairbrush, I felt him explode stroke after stroke with the brush, I couldn't budge, couldn't move, couldn't stop the strokes as I tried to dodge them with no success. I felt him land grip my waist as he landed an explosion of strokes on my bottom, I began whimpering as I heard him lecturing me and telling me he was concerned for my safety. He began asking me questions, I remember thinking I can't answer this, THIS HURTS! I was getting angry, my ass hurt, he was not letting up as I was trying to fight the pain and trying to fight my restraints. I remember at one point in the hair brushing I stopped fighting, I just allowed a few strokes as if I had given up, but then my fight resumed and as sudden as the hair brushing started, it abruptly stopped! I gasped for air, unsure if Sir was giving me a break or if he was going to continue or let me up! lol.... Like that was going to happen. Trying to regain my composure, trying to breathe, trying to get some type of control I looked up at the mirror and saw his reflection, he had the 'lexan'. My heart sunk as I cursed the mirror for being there and allowing me to see what was next. I then feel Sir place the lexan on my bottom. It was the medium lexan, which is as bad as the big one only difference is the medium lexan allows you to use more strokes as it's not as wide, but the sting is still there. I felt the cool sensation of the lexan on my bottom as I felt the first stroke land hard and right on my sit spot, took my breathe away as I felt Sir land stroke after stroke on my burning bottom. I couldn't dodge it, couldn't move to try to lessen the impact I could only take the punishment Sir was giving me. I have no clue how many strokes Sir gave me, they were just hard and consecutive. I'd feel one stroke land, feel that burn as I'd feel the next stroke. My bottom was on fire as I was finally starting to give up the fight. I heard Sir lecturing me, telling me he didn't want me on a cycle ever again. Once again, the lexan paddling stopped as quickly as it had started. I didn't realize it was done until I could hear myself gasping and trying to gain control. I wasn't quite crying, but I was close. I was exhausted and in shock. This discipline session was harder and the strokes were more rapid, I was struggling.
That mirror, the one which told me every implement Sir had in his hand was there, I wasn't going to look this time. However, I then felt the cool wooden feel on my bottom, it was the spencer. I remember looking back as if to make sure I wasn't jumping to conclusions. I looked, it was the spencer with holes. I took a deep breathe. It's amazing how at different times I get a bit more accepting. I seemed/felt calmer. Oh, I knew this was far from over, but I was accepting it. Sir then said, I'm going to give you 12 strokes, you're to count aloud and say, 'One, thank you Sir, may I please have another'. I know I still had fight in me as I thought WHY do you make me do this, WHY make me ask for the next one? I didn't voice what I felt as I wasn't totally stupid. This paddling went slower, hard, but slower. I felt the first stroke land on the roundest part of my bottom, the explosion after the lexan shocked me as I said, 'One, thank you Sir, may I please have another' as I felt the next stroke land. I tried to brace myself but there was no bracing, I tired to hold my breathe figuring that would lessen the pain, but to no avail. In between strokes Sir was lecturing me. He then brought my children into the situation, asked me what would happen to my boys should I get hurt on a cycle. *Sigh* I don't think he expected an answer, he just wanted to get me to think. I then felt the tears start to come as he reminded me over and over again that he wanted me safe, he didn't want my boys motherless. That is when I began to cry a bit, slightly. I felt every stroke as Sir lectured me and began to get through that wall I had built up. I didn't fight it, just accepted it. Finally the 12 were done. My bottom was on fire as I sniffled and tried to adjust myself on the bench. I then felt Sir drip the oil on my bottom as I felt his hands rubbing in the oil. I thought it was done, but Sir said I would be getting 18 strokes of the cane and it then would be done. I sighed, but at this point knew I deserved it having broken my word to him about going on the cycle. I had agreed 2 yrs ago to stay off cycles. Exhausted emotionally and physically I heard Sir once again begin the lecturing me. I know I was much more compliant and visibly showing a bit of remorse, tho I hadn't 'said' a whole lot. Sir knew he was affecting me. I felt Sir line up the cane on my bottom as I felt him land the first stroke on my bottom, I squealed and gasped as I felt that stinging sensation moving through my bottom. 'One, thank you Sir' were his instructions for the caning. The lecturing continued as I felt him explode stroke after stroke of the cane on my burning and inflamed bottom. There was no getting away from the strokes and there was no making it stop hurting. At this point I felt totally sorry and knew I shouldn't have been on the cycle to begin. Every stroke was well delivered, very well felt and very hard. I'm not sure what stroke it was, but I know it was one of the strokes in the 'teens' I said I was 'sorry', I remember hearing Sir say that's what I wanted to hear, but he still delivered the remaining strokes with the same intensity. By the end I was whimpering, crying lightly. When it was done Sir said, it was done and he began putting oil on my bottom and feeling his hands rub the oil was both a good thing and bad... it felt good but I could feel a very well punished bottom. As Sir was tending to my bottom I began crying, more intensely. I couldn't stop crying as he reassured me it was over, all was forgiven and forgotten. He even commented that I'd taken the spanking very well. I continued to cry, Sir continued to comfort me and allowed me the tears. I calmed down on the bench as he hugged me and rubbed my bottom reassuring me that all was okay now. Sir unrestrained me and helped me to the bed where he held me.
Sassi~
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