April knew the moment she had been dreading had finally arrived. What was about to
happen had been promised for some days; it was something she would never, ever forget. To
make sure she wouldn’t forget, Adam, her husband, had sat her on the sofa and reminded her
of exactly why she was in the position she was in and what was gong to happen to her that
morning. Worse, he had made it clear that it was only the beginning of what would be a
series of sessions she was going to endure over the coming weeks and months. That had been
earlier and it hadn’t taken long for Adam to set his plans into action.
April was bent over at the waist looking out in the direction of the patio windows.
The windows had the curtains drawn to keep out prying eyes. She felt warmth in her bottom
from the spanking she had just received from her husband while sprawled over his knee.
She’d been spanked by him before as part of role play in their lovemaking, and he
had never really stung her bottom like he had today. Actually, in her past spankings, the
warmth of his dominance had turned her on and she had always felt her cunt get wet as his
hand slapped her buttocks and then caressed them lovingly. But today had been different;
first the hand slapping her had been firmer, harder, more painful, making her gasp after
just as few strokes. Then the session had continued for longer. Maybe forty swats of his
palm had landed and all without a single caress to soothe her aching bottom. Then she had
been ordered to stand for the second part of the session. When April had tried to reach
round to rub her bright pink cheeks, Adam had chided her and told her not to touch them.
There was something different in his voice today, something more forceful than she felt
comfortable with, something that told her she was in deep trouble, but at the same time
she knew she had no choice.
Now, her short skirt was pinned up over her waist to stop it falling back over her
bright pink bottom cheeks. Her hands grasped her lower legs as she had been instructed and
April knew the warmth was about to become a burning heat of pure fiery pain. She felt the
cold leather of the ping-pong bat paddle as it rested softly on her pink orbs. Again she
had succumbed to this bottom warmer before, but only twice and both times as part of
lovemaking. Adam liked to dominate her and April felt all tingly when she was made to
submit to him in such games. But today was no game, it was an act of repentance, and today
she didn’t feel the tingle of arousal, only the tremble of fear.
“My bottom already hurts, so please be gentle,” April said as she looked at the
curtains covering the windows.
“The agreement was that this would be for real, and for real it will be. Now you
will stay in this position for all ten strokes of the paddle. If you reach round to touch
your ass or if you stand up then the stroke won’t count. If you do it twice then we start
back at the beginning. I am going to make sure that this time around the message gets
through very clearly. Also, you may cry out, and I expect you will do so, but if you swear
then the stroke won’t count. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I understand. Why do you want to make me cry?”
“You know damn well why we are doing this, and if it means you have to cry then so
be it. Now, let’s get on with it, and then you can have a rest before the final part of
today’s session. Ready?”
“Uh-huh. Arggghhhhh!” April gasped a split micro-second after the room was filled
with the sound of the paddle thwacking into her taut, pink bottom. Adam waited while April
jiggled her bottom to try and relieve the pain.
“Count out the strokes, please,” he said firmly.
“One,” said April, her little dance coming to an end as she looked back up at the
curtains, as instructed.
“Yeooowww, two,” she blurted a moment later when the second stroke of the paddle
landed right across her two cheeks, covering them a little lower than the first stroke.
“Shit, that hurts,” she added a moment later as once again her legs jiggled around, trying
in vain to relieve the pain.
Splat! The sound of the paddle landing on her bottom was quite loud, and the
instant, fiery, burning sensation it imparted into April’s bottom was growing more intense
with each swat. April gasped again and was already wondering how she’d survive all ten.
“Three! Please Adam, it hurts too much. You gotta stop babe, it really is painful.
I’ll do anything you ask, only don’t hit my bottom – arrrggghhh!”
The conversation was lost as a fourth stroke landed, covering only her left cheek.
Her bottom, a fairly bright pink colour just a minute earlier, was now a darker colour,
red in places and showing signs of bruising.
“Four! Please, no more.”
April stood up and reached round to rub her bottom.
“That stroke doesn’t count, now get back in position,” said Adam dominantly. There
was something in his voice that made April afraid and she knew she had to obey him.
Slowly, painfully, she bent over again and felt the leather paddle rest on her burning
cheeks.
Splat!
More fire, more intense pain, another groan of pain from April and the score of
‘five’ followed in quick succession.
“No, that was four. The original fourth stroke did not count. Do try and get your
counting right.”
Splat!
“Yeeeooow! Five. God that hurt!” April’s voice was trembling now. Adam knew she
would have tears in her eyes and probably those tears would be staining her pretty face by
now.
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