I gave Sandy a strapping before bed, and we both knew I’d spank her again in the morning. We slept in separate beds, spanking friends but not lovers. She needed spanking more than she needed sex.
You can download a higher-fidelity sound file at 4. Six minutes.
First light was flickering into the hotel room as I turned on the digital recorder and got out the solid wooden lathe; a diminutive paddle, about two inches wide, a third of an inch thick, and eighteen inches long all told (for our international friends, that’s 2 x .8 x 40 cms). It is made of cocobala, an Australian hardwood, very dense. This is one of those implements where you wonder if the person who invented it ever experienced the unbearable pain it produces, especially when used hard.
She was still asleep. I took the paddle in hand and I was ready for action. It was time to spank her and hurt her.
I moved the heavy hotel room chair next to the bed, then climbed on it and shook her. “Over my lap,” I said, and forced her over while she sleepily asked what was wrong. I pulled down her PJ bottoms (no panties underneath). I couldn’t help taking a moment to admire her bare bottom, feminine, round, and vulnerable, over my thighs, mine to caress if I chose or punish if I preferred. You know already that even a caress is the preface to a punishment.
I put my right leg over both her legs, then tucked the tip of my foot under the heavy cushioned armchair. If you look at the photo above, you can see the chair near the side of the bed.
You should understand what this meant. Normally, to squirm free from an entrapping leg, you just need to force the leg up. But with my foot under the chair, in order to lift her legs up, she’d have to lift the chair off the floor. Wasn’t going to happen. My left hand was in the small of her back and I could hold her wrist if needed. This was restraint at its best. How long I spanked her, and how hard, was entirely up to me.
The recorder was next to her head, so the sounds of the spanks are distant, but you can hear her breathing and speech clearly, and you can hear the pattern of the spanks well. Overall I spank like a machine, one whack exactly every three seconds, and with that lathe, that is a real punishment. I spanked her for six minutes, over 100 hard whacks all told. So much for six of the best!
I particularly enjoy our dialogue about why she’s being spanked. I make it clear I’m spanking her for a reason, even if I have to make it up as I go along. All the justification I needed, of course, was the sound of her cries, her sobbing. Before we met she wanted to be hurt. I knew she would thank me afterward even if at the time the pain was unbearable.
I love the part near the end of the spanking. I’m still going at it like Metronome Man, spanking hard and steady, and she is frantic with pain.
She cries and I keep spanking.
She begs me to stop and I keep spanking.
She orders me to stop and I keep spanking.
She says, “Let me up!” and I keep spanking.
I wasn’t about to stop just because she was in agony. I wanted her to be in agony, and to stay there. So close to heaven . . . for whom?
Sound, Sandy’s Paddling
If you can play the clip but have trouble understanding the dialogue, here is a partial transcript.
Early on it goes like this:
Why am I being punished again?
Yes, you’re being punished again
Because you’ve been a bad girl
What did I do?
Because you annoyed me
Because I looked at you?
Because you annoyed me
How do I annoy you?
Because you ask all these questions
Move forward. I want your naughty bottom sticking up so I can spank it. I’m going to punish it.
It’s going to hurt a lot
Oh oh oh
You deserve this
You’re getting it
I don’t deserve it
Whacking continues . . .
…I’m going to spank you till Daylight Savings Time comes again…
Ah ah ah (moaning)
Stop, I didn’t do anything wrong.
You deserve this, and you’re getting it
Doc . . .
And you’re going to take it
Why should I stop when you deserve it?
I didn’t do anything.
Let me up. Let me UP!
Oh ow ow
It’s only going to make it worse
Want to make it worse?
Whacking . . .