We decided on the strict wife scenario and we used my absence to our advantage going down the "well over due spanking" route.
Ma'am played her role to perfection. The whole session was like a re-education in the protocols of being spanked and punished. The wall facing position was enforced as was standing firmly to attention during her long and wonderful scolding. Keeping hands and feet in place during punishment was another key demand
As Ma'am entered the room I could feel my heart in my head, it was pounding. I hadn't been spanked for months and I was nervous. I turned and faced my pseudo wife, she looked beautiful but very severe. She began to scold me, she referred to standards slipping and how over due this punishment was, she informed me of what was to come. I wondered if I had made the right choice but little matter now, I was there and I was encapsulated in a false reality.
I was commanded to return to facing the wall. Behind me I could hear things moving and the gentle clatter of wood on wood. I was un deniably excited but also very apprehensive. Finally the command came for me to approach Ma'am. I stood next to her legs, she was sat on a chair, my next move was obvious.
Quickly I was across "my wife's" lap and the hand spanking started. I normally have a firm and well spanked hard backside and hand spanking is normally a very pleasant warm up but months off has seen my arse return to a baby soft state and from spank one the sting was harsh.
After a while I was told to stand. Ma'am then showed me a wooden paddle she had purchased in America. it was like the one below but without the hole in the middle. Quickly I was back across her knee and this vicious implement was visiting my reddened backside, it was hell and soon I found myself in further trouble after my right foot left the ground, it cost me 10 more agonising swats.
With tears flowing and my voice almost incoherent a very coherent Ma'am ordered me to my feet and sent me directly to face the wall. She continued with the never ending scolding. I wondered if she was going to cane me, I was in agony already but I wasn't wondering for long !
I was ordered to put my rubber punishment pants on. I am caned with and without these and let me tell you it hurts more with them on than off because the sting of each stroke is prolonged. I also know when I'm ordered to wear them I'm in for an extended caning. I purchased these years ago because I'm unlucky to bleed quickly when being caned. These pants are a god send, you still mark and I don't care about that but at least your mistress gets to cane without blood everywhere.
Today's caning was 50 strokes, I received 11 extras for foot or hand discrepancies. I didn't do them on purpose either. They were real reactions to real pain. At the end I fell to my knees and placed my arms around Ma'ams waist resting my head against the flat of her abdomen. I was in tears, enjoying the total submission and I was glad to be back.
So what next in my world of perversion? Well something is really tempting me. I have a chance of seeing a wonderful Domme again, one whom I thought was lost to me, but it's not in the environment that I would have liked. Just to see her again would be great. What to do eh?
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