I had a really bad day.
Master knew and was trying.
We had lunch together.
We talked and he worked on helping me through.
But by bed time...
I was done.
I was bratting something fierce...
ok - that's not exactly fair,
but Master would certainly say I was being
He abruptly and forcefully placed me over the bed.
He spanked me several times
Oh hell...he spanked the tar out of one specific spot
with his hand...hard.
I could tell, I was in desperate need of a release.
I had bottled up so many feelings
and needed a release.
He asked if I was done,
I shook my head no.
He told me he was getting the brush.
Now, I'm not sure if anyone really LIKES the brush...
I certainly do NOT!
But, I knew I needed him to continue with my spanking.
I needed more.
I kept myself still and waited over the bed.
He continued with the brush,
over and over in the same spot as he had spanked with his hand.
It was difficult, but it was just what I needed.
He spanked and I worked myself up...
and when I finally answered that, "Yes, Master, I have had enough"
He spanked me three more times,
holding me securely on the bed
and then he snuggled up next to me,
and pulled me to him
and snuggled me.
I was a sobbing mess...but
I was released from my emotional mess
that I had worked myself into.
After I calmed,
He lay me up in the bed,
and he made me cum...
oh dear God, he made me cum.
Over and over, til I was mindless...
and he put me to sleep...
released and renewed.