Spanking and Thrashing

I had my spanking bitch over today. He likes me to look angelic, pretty, and like butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth. I love spanking, treating grown men like naughty little boys, and the control over them is total. I always start by warming the bottom up with my hand, the feel of my palm against wobbly bum is divine, as is the sound it makes. After the warm up it’s time to meet Mr. Paddle. The sound that this piece of wood makes when it comes into contact with flesh makes my skin tingle. Now we ramp up the pain level on his ass, a little harder and more frequent are the strokes. On to the floor with him, I need to be able to get more of a swing going, harder and harder now. The pink colour of his ass is turning red, and little welts are starting to appear. Now we need to concentrate the pain to a small area, that is where my simple wooden spoon comes in. How wifey do I look, gingham dress, Mary Jane shoes, pig tails, wielding a wooden spoon like some Stepford wife. But this little device has a secret, it has been used to make grown men cry out in pain, begged me to stop, pleaded with me to go back to the paddle. This beauty has served me well, and made men turn to jelly. Look at the welts growing by the second on his bottom. You know what? the dress, the pigtails, it’s all sweet irony and all that, but I feel too nice!! o.k for spanking, but I wanna thrash this guy, hard, but I feel wrong!! Change the outfit…Sorted, leather boots, skimpy body and rubber corset. I look and feel like a pain delivery machine! needs the right tools too. The thick, heavy leather belt feels so good wrapped tight round my hand. I raise my hand right up, right back, the mind numbing first wallop, delivered from the shoulder, controlled with a strong arm, down in a swift, ferocious arc.Bang!! The noise is joy to my ears. Several more, different parts of his ass. Who’s next…in random order I pick up the cane-it’s only purpose in life to inflict punishment to badly behaved flesh. 6 of the best, I lose count, I start again, and again!  He wriggles, his red blotchy legs kick about, I even hear a silly strangled wail. I think it’s time for something else, and that would be… the dressage whip! Long, elegant and well, ‘whippy’. My onomatopoeic toy! I simply whip and whip him with this. It wraps around his thigh, the tip bites and begins to make little splits where the skin has been so beaten and weakened it gives up, despite how often and hard I beat him to toughen him up. The flogger does the same, it’s multiple tails spread and bite all over his ass and legs, a couple always sneak between his legs and try to take a chunk out his balls. An hour flies by, and my attention span all used up. Oh, and he has work to go back to. Desk job of all things! Now that I find amusing!