My Discipline, My Lecture, No Safeword – True Story: Page 4 of 4

Kim’s boyfriend Mike has zero tolerance for lying and reckless endangerment both recently committed by Kim. Rather than lecture her, Mike has demanded that Kim lecture him on why she deserves the dreaded and hated pure discipline type of spanking. In making her case, Kim offers to nullify her safeword – Mike accepts. This is Kim’s story, told in her words.

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WHAP!

The first whack came down super hard and left a really bright red mark as wide as the handle across both cheeks in contrast to my very white backside. But before I had time to recover from the first searing cut, another came down, followed by another and many more.

WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP.

He exploded with super-fast rapid-fire hard, fiery swats across my upper butt cheeks. The bamboo handle made a really loud smacking sound that echoed throughout the room as it drove unmercifully into my bare bottom flesh sending waves of shock and awe stinging pain radiating through my bottom. At first, I didn’t react but I was wiggling and moving my bottom in all directions trying to remain bent over. I was resolved to get through it and was fighting against it despite how bad it stung. But it kept going on and on, the pain kept building.

WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP.

I was trying to breathe my way through it, but my breaths started getting louder and faster as the paddling continued.

“Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhh!”

WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP.

My exhaling was getting faster and faster and my pain tolerance was diminishing by the second.

“Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhhhh, ohhhhhooooo.”

He got to about 90 to 100 super hard whacks in just under a minute.

Okay, okay, okay, PINEAPPLE!, PINEAPPLE!, PINEAPPLE!,  no more, no more oh please PINEAPPLE! as I kept screaming out my safe word but to no effect as he continued his rapid-fire rain of blows on my already tormented bare bottom flesh.

WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP.

I began pumping my leg and kicking my feet like all get out. But because my panties were around my knees and jeans constrained my ankles it prevented me from separating my legs very far as I was kicking and kicking. As he progressed, the strikes moved lower to the center of my ass and renewed the sense of shock and awe pain and he wasn’t slowing down.

WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP.

OKAY, OKAY, OKAY, OKAY, I CAN’T, I CAN’T, I CAN’TEEEEEEE! STOP, STOP, STOP, I CAN’TEEEEE

WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP.

I finally stiffed up like a board teeter-tottering over his leg. I was squeezing my pillow so hard my knuckles were turning white and I clenched my butt and legs up as tight as I could trying to deal with the pain. He didn’t slow down nor stop as he kept whacking away and putting pressure on my back making sure I stayed in position.  The handle of that backscratcher felt like a thousand bees stinging at once and I never got numb to it.

GET BACK DOWN, KIM, WE’VE JUST STARTED, GET THE HELL BACK DOWN, BEND OVER!’

He was yelling to make sure, I heard him over my yelling. Eventually, I did bend back over and he kept his pace up on the center of my bottom.

WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP.

DAMN IT, DAMN IT, OKAY, OKAY NOT THAT SAME DAMN SPOT, NOT THE SAME DAMN SPOT, OUCHIEEEE, OUCHIEEEE, STOP, NO MORE, NO MORE.

After another minute or so he moved the strikes further down to the lower part of my ass cheeks and my sit spots. When he did, I just about jumped out of my skin and would have been off of his leg if he wasn’t holding me down and over with his other hand.

WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP.

I buck out stiff again clenching up with all I had. He kept targeting my lower cheeks and sit spots.

WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP.

I shoved my face into my pillow and bit down as hard as I could. I was now desperate for it to end, but it didn’t. Then, I finally broke.

WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP.

I was as stiff as a board, teeter-tottered over his leg so tight that my legs started shaking so hard it looked like I was almost vibrating. I stopped yelling and started a long, loud, guttural screaming that was being muffled by my pillow and went on for at least a minute.

AWWWW, AWWWW, AWWWW, AWWWW, AWWWW, AWWWW, AWWWW, AWWWW, AWWWW, AWWWW, AWWWW, AWWWW, AWWWW, AWWWW, AWWWW, AWWW.

WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP.

I then lifted my head and just burst out sobbing and bawling out of control. I relaxed some but still kicked and twisted about as he began again across the centre of my bottom still concentrating on the lower cheeks also.

WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP.

OOHOOO, OHHOOO, OHHOOOO.

It went on for several more minutes, nonstop and maximum intensity until his arm got tired, just as he promised. He finally stopped and tapped the middle of my back. I threw the pillow away, popped upward and jumped off his leg. When my feet hit the floor, I immediately threw my hands over my bottom, arched my back, put my hips forward and began hopping up and down in circles, frantically rubbing the fiery, pulsating blistering heat from my backside and must have done the classic spanking dance for a good minute or so.  I had never been spanked that hard in my life. When I finally stopped hopping around, I stood still, rubbing and holding my bottom. My eyes were puffy and swollen red, tears streaming down my face. My hair was a mess and I was both crying and hiccup crying out of control.  I just stood there and tried to speak

.  . I’m so. . . sor. . . sorriee. . . eee

I couldn’t even form words I was bawling so hard.

In a gentle tone, he said, “It’s okay, honey. You know the drill, just get your britches back up and get into the corner. You can rub all you want but you stay in the corner until you calm down.”

Loving Aftercare With a Warning

I was sobbing so hard beyond my ability to make words, I couldn’t say anything. I very gently pulled up my panties as carefully as I could up and over my very blistered bottom. My entire backside was extremely dark red, with patches of black and blue bruises. I turned towards the corner, took a step and almost tripped from my jeans still around my ankles. Mike, rushed over.

“Easy honey, let’s get your jeans up first and then get you to the corner, alright?” he said in an empathic but authoritative tone.

I pulled away to give a nod of acknowledgement and he helped pull my jeans back up. I got my belt buckled and began walking over to the corner. I got there and cried and rubbed my bottom the whole time I was standing. It took me a good 10 minutes or more before my crying started subsiding enough to get my breathing under control. I was still crying and trying to wipe my eyes and my nose.

He got a bottle of ice-cold water from the refrigerator and walked back over to me with a box of tissues and a small trash can. I turned when he gently touched my arm.

“I thought you might need these.”

“Oh, thank you, Mike,” I said in between sniffles.

I blew my nose and took some more tissues to soak up my tears. I took the water and drank half the bottle.

“I appreciate that! Can you just hold me now?”

“Absolutely, let’s go over to the couch. I will gently put some more lotion on, if you want”

Still sniffing and crying some, “Yeah, I would appreciate that, I am sorry, Mike.”

“You are just fine now, let’s get some lotion on you and we can watch one of your favorite Christmas movies this evening, okay?”

He got the lotion from the table and put a movie in the DVD player. He sat down in the middle of the couch. I took my boots off and then undid my britches and pushed everything down at once nice and slow.  I winced as they scrapped over my bottom and took them off. Then I laid across his lap as he squeezed some gel on each of my aching bottom cheeks. I stiffened up and clenched my cheeks up tight again.

“Oh, I love it when you do that, it turns me on every time, Kim”

“I know, that’s why I did it.”

I picked the remote, began the movie and started to relax. He gently resumed the rubbing as I winced.

The End.

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