I know the effects this paddle can have on him but I still wasn't prepared to hold back.
I told him that he would struggle to sit down for a few days and that the strokes were going to be as hard as I could make them and he must be still and bear them as best he could. I'm a fairly large lady and I can and do hit hard.
To be honest I was still angry with him from our argument the previous week and told him he would pay today for his insolence. That, together with feeling a little premenstrual, was a bad combination, I knew.
He also needs to realise that there is a zero-tolerance policy in place and that no matter how much he may disagree with me, he must never, ever talk back.
Sometimes you just need to be cruel to be kind.
I always begin with a good hard spanking of maybe 20-30 slaps on each cheek, just to tenderise them nicely (these don't count towards the total).
Even after the first three strokes of the paddle on his left buttock there was a large crimson ring developing and beginning to go a little purple in the middle. He moved at three and I needed to begin again. By the end, he had taken 16 strokes in all (well I had to be even handed on each side!)
But he bore the pain quite well, albeit with a little whimpering. My heart melted slightly at the end but I was not about to show any softening at this point.
I again turned round and offered my bottom to him and he stumbled off the trestle to kiss it lovingly once more.
He then had one hour's corner time, at which point I returned to the room and we returned to normality.
Well, our own particular kind of normality.
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