The Safety Lesson

 

Maintenance spanking gone way wrong…He decide I was overdue for maintenance. It started with a gentle warm up with his hand over his knee. He then asked me to change positions to all fours over a pillow.  He started to paddle me gently with our small oak paddle. After about twenty gently swats all over my bottom, he reached for his new lexan paddle made to his specifications. He rubbed my bottom with the cold paddle, and then laid down the first swat. I jumped. He then, in rapid succession swatted six or seven more times without delay. The sting was unbearable and as the next swat of the long paddle was coming, I reached my hand back to my right thigh without thinking…stopped it from fully completing its blow with my hand, nearly hitting my hand. I cringed as my hand made contact with the paddle because he had warned me so many times to not reach back. 

He immediately stopped my paddling, and in a calm voice, he commanded me to get on my knees in front of him. I sighed and reluctantly went onto my knees at his feet. He put his hand on my chin and looked me in the eyes…and said. "For interfering in your maintenance I’m going to try something new…you will receive two straps with my belt. Consider this your first true belt whippin. It is very important that you learn to take discipline without reaching back, for your safety. Do you understand? I nodded my head…He said, “the answer is ‘yes sir’. “ 

I replied, hesitantly, ‘yes sir’. 

He said, while still holding my chin, to ensure I was looking at him, “in addition to the two straps for interfering with your maintenance discipline, causing a safety issue, you’ll receive an additional one for not coming to your knees quickly. Do you understand?” I sighed, and said “yes sir”…

He said, “I see we aren’t learning to be respectful. So, that’s two for interfering, one for hesitating, one for not answering me properly, and one for disrespect. By my count that’s five full force straps with my belt. These won’t be love taps. You’re going to learn to accept the discipline you need in a safe manner. This will be considered a good ole fashion whipping, and something you can remember to look forward to if you reach back again. I’m doing this to teach you a lesson. Do you understand?” 

I immediately said, ‘Yes, Sir.’

He proceeded to explain that this sentencing of five straps of his belt was very lenient, as he felt it warranted more. He should deliver one or two dozen good straps, so I learn not to reach back, but we will START here, and see if I learn from it. He felt confident that we would end up here again, but the next time will be at least two dozen straps! I cringed with anticipation. 

He then said, “Trust me, future transgressions regarding your safety will be dealt with even more severely. I’m sure a good whippin will start to teach you…now let’s get this over with, shall we? I need you to please ask me to correct your behavior for your safety, with five straps from my belt”. 

I quickly replied, “Sir, I deserve for you to teach me how to accept my discipline. Please give me a whipping”. 

He calmly said, “that’ll have to do. Stand up! Bend over all the way, and wrap your hands behind your knees. And Wait!” I gasped as he’s never asked me to stand this way…he started to count, “3..2”. 

I immediately moved, placing my hands behind my knees, bending over with my head down and thinking I’ll fall over with the first swing of the strap. I’m doomed.

He proceeded to remove his belt. I hear him unclasp it and the jingle the buckle made my stomach flip. I heard it slide slowly off his jeans. My legs shook with anticipation. It seemed like eternity. Surely he won’t give me a whippin like this. I’ll never hold still. He snapped the belt together with a loud “Pop!”, which startled me. 

He said, “Oh, are we finally taking me seriously?” He then came very close to my ear and left the belt drape over my back, and whispered, “Stand up! Turn around”.  I did as instructed without hesitation, for fear I’d earn more, and I was relieved to get out of that position. He quickly said, “Face the wall! …Place your hands on the wall, stick your bottom out. Don’t you dare drop this position or you’ll receive extra”. 

I moved slowly towards the wall and placed both hands onto the wall. He walked up behind me and rubbed my bottom gently. He said, “Are you ready to receive your punishment?” 

I responded, “yes…yes sir”. He giggled and said, “…almost earned yourself a sixth one”. He rubbed the looped belt over my bottom, and centered himself into position to yield the best swing. “Keep that bottom stuck out the entire time, or I start over.”

He said as he continued to rub my bottom, “Unfortunately these are going to really hurt. I can already envision the five nice red stripes I’m about to make on your ass. I almost feel sorry for you, but I’m doing this for your own good. It’s about time you and leather get acquainted. Remember, YOU broke our spanking rules by reaching back. You earned this whippin. Do not reach back or kick your feet at me, or I’ll raise it to a DOZEN without warning!…”

The first lash landed square in the middle and I jumped with surprise. He rubbed over the welt forming and admired it for a few seconds. 

He said, “I’m going to give you four more. You will keep your bottom presented for all four. After each one, you MUST say, ‘I am learning not to reach back sir’, and on the last one, you are to thank me for your lesson, do you understand?” 

 

I answered wearily, “yes sir”.

He lashed me again on the left cheek harder this time. I gasped to catch my breath and shifted my feet…he cleared his throat as if to remind me…and I blurted out “I’m learning to accept my punishment without reaching back”. Shit! I forgot what it was that I was suppose to say, but as soon as I thought that, he laid down the third stripe on my right cheek this time! I didn’t dare move. The strap blazed across my bottom and hurt like nothing ever had before. The noise was terrific and worse yet as I lay there dreading another, the first and second kept hurting. By the third, I was certain that there was no teeth-gritting bravery left  in me to stay in position. My ass was a blaze, yet out I blurted “I’m learning …to not reach back.” As quickly as I said the word back, he slammed down the fourth lashing on top of the first one or a bit higher…”OwWWW! …I’m learning to not reach back…sir”…oh crap! 

I didn’t say sir last time. Had he noticed? Then wham! The fifth one lower than the others on my sit spots, which brought my one knee out of position and onto the floor. I had let go of the wall with my right hand…crying out, “shit! Crap! …thank you sir”, and back into position. 

He rubbed the newly laid stripes on my bottom. He stood there admiring his work. He said, “put your hands on your knees, NOW!” 

I slowly put my hands on my knees bent over as he glared at my bottom and my kitty. 

He said, “good! It seems I’m getting through to you…back on your knees at my feet!” And tossed a pillow onto the floor. 

I moved quickly. I knelt on the pillow in front of him, prepared to sexually please him. He grabbed my chin gently and looked me in the eyes, “now, we need to make sure you really did learn your lesson…ask me to continue paddling you for your maintenance and tell me you are sorry for interrupting it”. 

I replied quietly, “sir please continue my discipline, I’m sorry for interrupting it”. Oh crap! Surely he isn’t going to paddle me more. Please be bluffing (my eyes closed tightly)…

He then commanded me back into position for the rest of my paddling, which he stated, was far from over, before I interrupted it. 

This I did without further sound or movement. He started to rub my bottom again and stood beside me. 

He said, “look at those gorgeous stripes. I hope you learned your lesson, I can’t imagine what double this amount would look like…the belt will be used for your punishments by the dozen, from now on!…now, where were we before you interrupted your maintenance?” 

He rubbed my bottom some more and reached for the lexan paddle. He said, “I was planning fifty hard swats with this tonight, but you didn’t make it to seven gentle taps without reaching back. Now that you’ve been strapped…hmmm…we will increase your maintenance to twice a week, seems you need practice.” 

He rubbed the paddle on my bottom and gently landed one swat. Oh it burned! He then asked me, “How many swats like that do you think you should receive?” I didn’t answer promptly, I was thinking…crack! He swatted hard and said, “Don’t keep me waiting or you won’t like it”. 

I said, “fifty sir”, begrudgingly. 

He giggled and said, “my love this is only maintenance, fifty would be lovely though. Let’s not count until the end.” He quickly laid down several gentle yet painful swats to the center of my bottom, maybe six. He stopped to rub and then swatted some more. 

After about seven more, it was unbearable! He said, “stand up!…Bend over the wooden chair. Now!” 

I slowly went to the chair in the middle of the floor. I almost asked for it to be over, but I knew if I begged for it to stop, that it would earn me further discipline.  

I bent over the chair, he rubbed my bottom. He then got into position to swing with more force than the more gentler cracks while I was over the bed pillows. He said, “five, five seems to be a good number tonight.” As he said this, tentatively my left hand reached slowly back to feel the scorched flesh of my butt cheek. 

Time is a subjective thing during such a punishment and I could not have counted the swats at this point,  had he ordered me too, and just then I would have done anything he asked. It was probably only a short bottom blasting by the standards of the house, but for me it was now a burning pain, and praying to be anywhere but in this position. He leaned in and whispered in my ear in a hard tremble-making voice that I’ve never heard before, “Did I really just see you reach back?”

“SIR!!! Yes sir, but just briefly..” he placed his finger over my lips. He then replied, “Get dressed and put your shoes on!” 

What? Ok…I thought. There’s got to be a catch. 

He went out of the room. 

I got dressed and as I was putting my shoes on, he shouted, “let’s go! Don’t keep me waiting.” 

I go downstairs and into the living room. He handed me a pocket knife. “Since you seemed to not have learned your lesson with a small belt whippin, go outside and cut yourself a switch…” 

I blurt out, “noooo. Seriously?” 

He said, “oh, yes, dear. Take my pocket knife and cut a switch that is two feet in length exactly! You must carefully trim off all of the little side branches, making sure that the switch was smooth…I’m setting a timer for five minutes. If you’re late returning with a proper switch, you’ll pay for it. Ensure its smooth because upon your return it will soon be applied to your bare backside”.  

I stood there in shock and began to say, “you can’t…why are you doing this…and I started to cry.” 

He replied, “I wouldn’t say anything further. My love, I will never cause you permanent harm, but I am going to tear your ass up and down….Four minutes!”

I ran out the back door into the backyard. A flurry of emotions in my head. I grabbed the first stick I saw, and sawed it off angrily. As I cut it, I thought…wait…does the thickness matter? I whipped my fresh cut stick through the air with some force.  I cringed as the switch flicked through the air as I tested its strength.  

I looked down at my watch and thought, crap, I only have one minute. I quickly started to clean up the buds from the freshly cut stick. I hurried back into the house and greeted him with the stick in hand. He told me to get completely undressed and fold my clothes. Place my clothes on the chair. 

As I undressed, he watched and swung the proposed switch  through the air a few times. He flexed it, and seemed to accept it. My knees got shaky. I’ve never been whipped with a switch. I’m certain it would leave lasting marks. He loved making stripes on my ass with the belt.  

I stood there fully naked with my hands at my side awaiting his next command. My heart raced. 

He instructed me to hold the switch in both hands out in front of me. I was very confused. He handed me the two foot stick horizontal to the floor. I took it with both hands and slightly held it out away from my body. He said, “Higher!”. I lifted it. He said, “keep it above your waist, no matter what! Do NOT let go of it”.  He then began to undo his belt buckle, once again! The oh so familiar jingle gave me chills and made my legs shake.  On the table sat the paddle. 

He said, “You lack discipline. You were warned that if you reached back during the rest of your maintenance, that you’d receive a DOZEN more very hard lashes with my belt.”  I began to cry. He reminded me that learning to follow this rule was for my safety. He stated, “If you so much as lower that switch or attempt to let go, I’ll give you ten with the switch as well. Do you understand?” 

I replied meekly, “yes sir” and sniffed, adjusting my feet slightly.  

When I felt the light slap of the strap against my bottom, he reminded me to not kick my feet or there would be consequences. He instructed me on how to stand with my legs apart, and said, “I love you, but this is what we agreed on. I’m going to hold you accountable for your actions, and I can’t do that if you continually reach back…babe, this is going to hurt. I’m going to give you 12 hard lashes with my belt, six from each side.” I knew that the whipping was going to hurt. The strap patted my bottom several more times before he brought it down hard across my ass. The pain was intense on my already sore bottom. He gave the strokes harder and faster than the first time. I was sobbing after the first few lashes. I had only a short break when he changed positions to switch sides and started whipping me from the other side so that my bottom would be evenly punished.  When the 12 were delivered he began to gently caress my ass. I’m certain it was crimson red with welts. My ass was on fire, almost numb with pain. He had belted me from the top of my butt to the bottom. He even gave me two on each upper leg near my butt cheek.  

I still remained standing there holding that switch. He took the switch and said “good girl…retrieve the paddle.” 

Oh my. I can’t dare take any more. I walked painfully to the table and retrieved the paddle. He instructed me, “Go to the bedroom and assume the paddling position, place the paddle in front of you.”

I did as he said, and as soon as I was out of his sight…I put my hands back on my bottom. My cheeks were hot, and I could feel the soft skin lined with welts from the belting. 

I placed the paddle on the bed in front of me and stood naked with my hands on the bed. 

After a long time passed. He came in and said, “ I love you, let’s get you some lotion and a drink”.