 Sue's AccountMs. Dana has always been so caring towards me, and today was no exception. The front door opened just as I reached the final step of her front patio. There she stood dressed beautifully in a bright red dress with matching shoes; and I had no doubt she selected that outfit to measure how crimson my bottom would be. Actually, I felt quite lucky to see Ms. Dana on her birthday and that she was able to share a small portion of it with me. Since it was her birthday I'd brought along a few small birthday gifts I thought she'd enjoy; a greatest hits CD of one of her favorite singers, a bottle of her favorite wine and a half dozen Panzel bagels. With the bagels I wanted to prove to her I could be strong enough to have these delectable delights in the car and not indulge myself with even one tiny bite. After opening her birthday gifts, I was escorted into the "naughty girls' room"; a place I'd deserved to be in for a very long period of time. Instruments were once again laid out for her use from one end of the room to the other, a virtual pathway of spanking tools from her wooden hairbrushes neatly arranged on the bed to an array of wooden paddles, leather straps and belts which spread from one end of her dresser to the other. And, propped against the wall were four or five of those dreaded canes of hers; one of which she told me was a brand spanking (pun intended) new instrument as a birthday present from her friend Master Lee. And, lucky me (another sarcastic pun), I'd be the first person she'd break-it-in on. Ms. Dana placed her spanking chair in the middle of the room and gave her directive for me to stand by her right side; I actually moved away from her when ordered across her lap. With a few encouraging words however, I walked myself over and reluctantly accepted my punishment. My pants were unbuttoned, unzipped and slipped down to my ankles. As usual, I'd already removed my shoes and socks; so I stepped out of my slacks, folded them and placed them on the desk chair by my other clothing. Back in front of Ms. Dana I was lowered into place and my spanking began. Perhaps because I hadn't seen her for awhile, but even those first slaps on my panty covered behind had me in a bit of pain. By the time she'd finished with some harder smacks it seemed as though I was already near tears. Next, Ms. Dana left me in place but turned my panties into thongs and exposed both bottom cheeks for another full round. She even had the nerve to give me her birthday spanking. One for each year she's graced this world; a full round on my left cheek and then another on my right. And, since Ms. Dana is older than I, I cried out it wasn't fair as she delivered those blows; but she just laughed at my protest and continued with her hand spanking. By the time I was allowed off her lap, I felt very sorry for myself and my prior naughty behavior. As I stood rubbing my poor bottom, Ms. Dana demonstrated the position she wanted me in across her dresser. I already knew what to do but appreciated the break her little demonstration allowed me. Once shown the proper stance, I got into place without any sign of delay. My newly formed thong panties allowed for full exposure of both quickly colorized cheeks, the color of pink that is. She'd already prepared my bare bottom for the strap by introducing leather to my hand spanked bottom when I was across her lap. She made me give her that nasty small black leather strap, the one with the three little hearts to prepare me for what was sure to be harder and heavier than that little taste. As my bottom protruded while I folded my arms across the dresser and looked straight into the mirror, I knew I'd been warmed up well for what was about to transpire. First came that black leather strap of hers, and my bare cheeks cracked each and every time it landed. Those cracks had me crying, and my tears were viewed by both of us as I stared teary eyed into the mirror. Her black leather strap and then that big tan one laid into my exposed cheeks powered by Ms. Dana's passion. When her strapping of my bared cheeks concluded I was extremely compliant with Ms. Dana's requests for the rest of the session. Ordered off the dresser, I stood rubbing my very sore bottom as Ms. Dana arranged the bed for me to stretch myself across as she took her hairbrushes to my already sore backside. Without any delay or resistance, other than my crying I suppose, I lay across the bed and awaited the inevitable. At least she was gracious enough to allow a warm up with what she called her light personal hairbrush, one she'd never spanked me with before. But as those swats continued I found it difficult to believe they were in anyway light, or warming me up for the ones to follow. Next came the Sassy Bottom hairbrush that had my exposed cheeks dancing slightly as she spanked me with it. At that point, I was ordered off the bed so Ms. Dana could change positions, then across her outstretched leg I went for some additional hairbrush spankings. Before proceeding, I felt her fingers slip inside the waistband of my panties and they were being lowered over my very sore cheeks; an act that had me crying out loud, but with no other resistance to being bared for the remainder of my punishment. "Oh yes young lady, these panties have to come right down. That's what a naughty little girl deserves." I just lay across her leg as my panties were lowered to mid thigh, not tucked neatly below my bottom as she does when I've behaved myself fairly well. It should have been a clear indication of what was still to come. However, I was pleasantly surprised as I felt Ms. Dana's hand rubbing my aching bare bottom rather than being spanked by the remaining hairbrushes. The more she rubbed my reddening bare backside, the more pleasure I began to experience. I found myself rocking to what was a most gentle touch; a small bit of delight during what had been and most surely would continue to be a very painful experience. "Wouldn't you like it if you could just lay here and get a maintance spanking like this one?" "Yes Ma'am." "Oh, but that doesn't happen to naughty girls who can't do what they're supposed to do." With that denial of her additional soft touches I began to cry in earnest. "That's right, you just cry, it's not going stop your spanking. That's right you cry like the naughty little girl you've been." Then with only a few more rubs, my pleasure was interrupted with one serious swat from a larger and heavier hairbrush than had been used before Ms. Dana allowed me to experience just a tiny bit of pleasure with my punishment; then another and another swat until she was in full rhythm and I was back in spanking mode. I was ordered off her lap and across the bed once more, this time with my head by the pillows and legs at the foot of the bed. Ms. Dana showed me what she was about to strap me with, something she'd never used on me before and just the sight of it had me in fear. "Yes young lady, my naughty boys just hate this one." Even though she told me her naughty boys didn't like the large leather Spencer strap she had in her hand, the tone of voice seemed somewhat cheerful; as though she seemed delighted to use it on my bare bottom. I simply buried my head in the pillows, held onto the stuffed animals and awaited that part of my punishment. When the first blow came, the pain elicited in my bare bottom was like nothing before. Full and sharp, just one swat from that strap seemed to cover my entire backside and send a stream of pain though my bared butt. I cried out but stayed in place for more. Then the second and the third, by then my bare bottom felt red raw and completely tenderized; yet more and more swats rained down on me. I stayed in place, my hands clutching the stuffed animals, crying out loud and resigned to my fate. I actually bit down on my thumb and took the remainder of my punishment with tears rolling down my cheeks and a few stiffled moans as the last few cracks came down on me. When that part of my punishment was over Ms. Dana seemed very proud on me. She told me I took the strap very well. What was to come next I would not take well, and I knew it. The cane! I wish Ms. Dana wouldn't use the cane on me, but she always does when I've been naughty, and I'd surely been one very naughty little girl again this time. She had me adjust my position on the bed with my bare bottom at the very end and my knees slightly bent. As always, I faced straight ahead, as there was no need for me to actually see that nasty new cane of hers. Besides looking at it or Ms. Dana in the process of caning me would probably simply add to the pain I felt in my bare butt. First came that now all too familiar swish sound of a cane in motion. I could hear it cut though the air just before a well powered lash landed on my tender ass. Ms. Dana repeated the process for a second stroke, and I took it with the same outcry that filled the room from the first stroke on my bare bottom. The third however, made my knees buckle and I collapsed to the floor having blurted out the pain and was then in full cry. Informed I still had three more to take, I immediately climbed back into place not wanting Ms. Dana to add even one stroke for any indication of disobedience. I doubt if even two seconds went by before I was back in the correct pose and ready for the fourth swish and crack from Ms. Dana's new cane. It came right away and this time I stayed in place. Finally the last two cracks and the caning was over and done with, to my welcomed relief. However, I knew full well that my punishment was yet to be completed. The last instrument would be her large Spencer paddle to seal in the pain from that just completed caning. By this time my tears were real as the paddle made its point. My crying filled the room and my bottom never felt sorer that it did at that moment. I don't recall how many cracks I took from that big paddle, but it was enough to keep me on the right track for awhile. I'll probably need a reminder just like that before Ms. Dana leaves for vacation. I know this however, being good has its rewards and being naughty surely has its punishments. Thank you Ms. Dana. |
