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F/M Spanking
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My followers have no doubts about my own affinity for being paddled, that's how I was raised. It was something I could count on receiving about twice a month. The soreness and fear of a repeat performance kept me from trouble for about a week after which the memory of the unbearable pain would fade to a feeling of need. Invariably I would earn another after the end of the second week.
Seems things would come to a head on Sunday nights, which was then always bath night. Many paddlings were administered between bath time and bed time. Some times it was determined that I needed paddled fresh from the bath and I was taken from the water wet and spanked right in the bathroom. I can still hear the noisy reports of wood on wet skin echoing from the walls as I performed the round and round dance with a firm grip on the upper left arm while the paddle sizzled my bare buttocks as hard and as fast as was possible. Before going to bed I would return to the bath room to examine my butt in the full length mirror afixed to the bathroom door, Invariably to note the quality of marking compared to prior paddlings.
Still today, Sunday nights are the most frequent times for regular paddlings right out of the shower. If I get out of the shower and there is no towel, I know it will be found draped over the couch and the implements will be lined up on the other end in the order they are to be applied. Not just paddles any more but a leather strap or two, and sometimes a lexan or delrin cane as well. Being a full grown boy now, these are indeed long and serious events.
My followers have no doubts about my own affinity for being paddled, that's how I was raised. It was something I could count on receiving about twice a month. The soreness and fear of a repeat performance kept me from trouble for about a week after which the memory of the unbearable pain would fade to a feeling of need. Invariably I would earn another after the end of the second week.
Seems things would come to a head on Sunday nights, which was then always bath night. Many paddlings were administered between bath time and bed time. Some times it was determined that I needed paddled fresh from the bath and I was taken from the water wet and spanked right in the bathroom. I can still hear the noisy reports of wood on wet skin echoing from the walls as I performed the round and round dance with a firm grip on the upper left arm while the paddle sizzled my bare buttocks as hard and as fast as was possible. Before going to bed I would return to the bath room to examine my butt in the full length mirror afixed to the bathroom door, Invariably to note the quality of marking compared to prior paddlings.
Still today, Sunday nights are the most frequent times for regular paddlings right out of the shower. If I get out of the shower and there is no towel, I know it will be found draped over the couch and the implements will be lined up on the other end in the order they are to be applied. Not just paddles any more but a leather strap or two, and sometimes a lexan or delrin cane as well. Being a full grown boy now, these are indeed long and serious events.