He'd finally had enough. He grabs me, hugs me, kisses me thoroughly, then smacks my face. As I'm trying to rearrange my, now scrambled, whits he says, "Go upstairs, take all of your clothes off, and get the cane and bamboo."
The moment I have my clothes off -like literally, I still have the item of clothing in my hand- I'm spanked. Standing up, with his hand. He's spanking Hard, no warm up, no preamble, no placement of my body, no nothin'...'cept the thwacking of a lifetime.
He spanks me for probably two or three minutes standing - then takes my hair and lovingly places me over the bed.
He continues his spanking. This wasn't an erotic spanking, it was a "what the fuck" spanking. Got It!! Point Made! PROMISE!!
After my heal flies up off the ground a couple of times, he pulls me up, rubs my scorching hot sore ass, then pulls my chin up, kisses my forehead and points and snaps toward a plastic case.
"Get the cane and bamboo" is what was implied by the point and snap...no words were uttered.
He lays down on the bed and has a finger pointing to a spot next to him. I lay down on bed and he redirects me to lay with my head at his feet. He begins with the bamboo. He THWACKS, hard and I squeeze his leg and foot. He continues and it hurts. My bum is already well heated and sensitive and he is holding nothing back.
I know the bamboo is mean to feel good, but damn, when you swing like that...ya, no pleasure. After my first set, I breathe and consciously relax. He begins again. This time softer. My hand is relaxed, I'm calm, it's feeling good, more sensual, I'm feeling...electrified. I'm feeling myself floating away. As I start to soar, my breathing picks up.
Wait. I'm aware! I was heading to subspace, why am I so aware, why is my breathing not slowing down.
My breathing is becoming panting. Hh hhu hhu hh.
I'm breathing. And electricity begins to build.
My panting begins to turn to moaning.
Ahhh. Mmmm. Owwww. Ahhh. Oh.
I'm feeling ... and ... oh ... I'm pulsing.
HOLY SHIT! I'm. I'm. I'm cumming. Aaahhhhh.