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Silje – The Spankable One – P3

Written By: Editor - Aug• 03•20

Oh my god, my ass was on fire. Each stroke was spaced about 2 seconds apart and stung like a hundred bees. My outbursts were at an acceptable level for now, but if this kept up, I wasn’t going to be able to contain myself for very long.


“Owww”!                         “Owww”!                     “Owww”!                “Oooowww”!               “Oooowww!

By the 8th stroke I was crying. I managed not to scream, but I knew I couldn’t do it any longer.

“Please sir, can I have the gag”?

“Very well. I’m glad I didn’t have to make that decision for you”.

Walking around to the front of the chair, he placed the ball gag in my mouth and secured it behind my head. It was extremely uncomfortable, but it was better than the extra lashings I would have gotten if I hadn’t been able to keep quiet, which would have been impossible to do.

“Are you ready to begin again”?

He accepted a nod of my head.


Now I was screaming. The pain was intense. My head jerked up with each stroke and the tears were flowing down my face. Slowly, he began to rub my butt, telling me he loved me and allowed me time to catch my breath.

“That would have been the end of the belt, but now you’re going to have to get your added five lashes for smarting off to me a little while ago, OK?

Again I nodded my head. What was I going to do, say no? All that would have done was possibly gotten me more lashes.


My head jerked up on the first smack and didn’t go down till it was done. My legs were quivering badly. It was a good thing I wasn’t dependent on them to keep me up.

Kneeling in front of me, John took a cold washcloth and tenderly wiped my face off, while tenderly kissing me on the forehead and cheeks.

“Shhhh. Calm down. It’ll be over soon. You know I love you don’t you”?

I nodded and held my hand out for him to take. He knew this meant that I loved him too and I understood.

“Ok. Now it’s time for the small paddle”.


Again, a nod.


“UUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! I went into an altered state of consciousness, my body jerked frantically and I tried desperately to move, but to no avail. Not only did the paddle hurt worse than the belt, there was the added pain and discomfort of the anal plug. Every time the paddle landed it slammed into the plug causing it to be temporarily forced further into my ass. I tried to push it out, but that is what they are designed for; to plug your ass!

As I was coming out of my altered state, I realized he had paused and was rubbing my ass again and softly whispering “sweet nothings”. I don’t think he trusted his voice at that time. Remember when your parents used to say, “This hurts me more than it does you”? Well, it’s true. Punishment is an act of love, and someone who loves you suffers mentally from having to physically punish you.

“Alright, last half”.



Most of these landed on the “sit spot” at the base of my ass, alternating sides, but a few landed across the top of my thighs. My ass felt like one big blister, and it wasn’t over yet. By this time, I was crying so hard, I was hiccupping, and finding it difficult to catch my breath. My vision was blurred from squeezing my eyes shut too hard. Snot and tears mixed together in a pool on the seat of the chair (another reason for putting down a towel).

Again, by the time I started to come out of the state of semi-consciousness, John was kneeling in front of me with a new washcloth. He continued to wipe my face and tears and helped me blow my nose.

“I love you with all my heart, babe. I know this isn’t fun, but you know I have to do this. You know you need this in more ways than one”.

It was true. I did need it, not just for the disrespectfulness that evening but, for something much more important. See, most people would claim that the punishment did not seem to fit the crime and they would be correct; to a point. My loving husband knew me so well that he realized my outburst was a result of the building stress and frustration that was happening in my life. My life was being turned topsy-turvy and it was beginning to affect me. I couldn’t see the problem at the time, but he knew that if he didn’t do something about it right then that it would’ve gotten out of control. What I needed was the release of stress that only a severe, but loving, spanking could give me. It allows my body and mind to release the stress without feeling guilty. I am cleansed and can then tackle my life with a new perspective. I didn’t think it was possible to love him anymore than I did, but I do. He knew we could do this now and be done with it, or he could deal out minor punishments over and over again and have to do it this way anyway in the long run.

He stood up when my breathing and vision were almost back to normal.

“Alright babe. Last set. And it will be with the long paddle. The first five will be somewhat slow and medium strength. Then I’ll pause and the last 10 will be quicker and harder. OK”?

This time all I could manage was to sigh and drop my head.



I think I quit breathing on the second stroke. My body stiffened and jerked every time the paddle landed. I started to breath again, but didn’t relax because I knew what was coming.

“Remember I love you and I’m always here for you”.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! It was about this time that I felt a sensation coming up from my toes.

My body stiffened up and my head jerked back, but I was past making any sound.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! By this time the feeling was up to my armpits and I was waiting with delicious anticipation for my release.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! FINALLY!! The sensation exploded out of the top of my head. My body went limp and I lost consciousness.

When I finally came to, I realized I was on the bed where my husband had lovingly carried me after releasing me from my bonds and gently removing the anal plug. He had cleaned my face, brushed my hair and was gently rubbing cooling cream on my apple red ass. When he realized I was awake he quickly gave me an ice-cold beverage for my parched throat. He asked me how I felt and if I had gotten what I needed out of this experience. When I starred at him blankly, he realized that I was still too weak and out if it to think, let alone talk. Gently, he pulled the sheet over me, snuggled me into the crook of his arm so he could hold me and ran his fingers through my hair until I drifted off into a deep sleep.

About three hours later I woke up feeling like a new woman. Quietly, I slid the sheet down and proceeded to thank my wonderful husband for loving me the best way he could! I had gotten wet …and still was!!!

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