PUNISHMENT SPANKING PART 1

Author: Rhino
Title: PUNISHMENT SPANKING PART 1
Date: 28 December 2013

I was due to have a punishment spanking session for something I had done wrong. I can’t recall what, but in terms of a punishment spanking that matters little, as I had no say in the matter anyway. I was to present to Master for a briefing the day before the spanking. At this briefing, all the details of the punishment were outlined: which implements were to be used, the speed, number and severity of the strokes to be delivered and the duration of the session. With this in place, there could be no last-minute haggling and pleas for mercy on my part. I had been instructed not to blow my load for at least three days before this briefing, where I had to stand before Master totally in the nude. Not only did this heighten my vulnerability, but the three-day abstention had made me wildly horny, so, with less fear in the belly, I bravely agreed to accept a harder session. Furthermore, I was to continue abstaining from cumming until the punishment spanking session the next day.

There were to be three implements used, with 20 strokes from each. I was allowed on the day, to choose which three, and the sequence in which they were to be applied. The use of three different implements was to ensure I was always on my toes, so to speak. When I saw the selection, my fear grew
to enormous proportions: there were paddles, belts, straps, switches, canes, floggers, whips and tawses. The permission given me to choose 3 was a sort of self-infliction, as I was no expert on the effects of individual spanking implements.

On arrival for the spanking, I had to undress in total silence, and then my clothes were removed from the room, to underline my nakedness and inablitiy to shield myself in any way, physically or emotionally from the pain and discomfort that was to follow. I was restrained over a spanking bench, legs apart, butt protruding, and my genitals fully and easily available to the Master. The purpose of the restraint was so that the Master could aim and deliver each stroke exactly where he wanted it without being disturbed or put off his stroke by my wriggling. I was stretched over the whipping bench, firmly restrained at the ankles, thighs, waist and wrists. My cock and balls were pulled back and down between my legs. I was going nowhere and the fear in the belly had risen way above any vestige of bravery I might have had at the briefing. I was helpless and totally at the mercy of Master, whom I could hear but not see. As per instructions I was to remain silent unless told otherwise. Failure to obey would guarantee a mouth gag, which was a terrifying thought at this stage. I was His property, and just had to accept what was coming my way. I had no way of knowing how I would handle all this. It had been made absolutely clear to me that there was no room for me to beg for mercy or plead for fewer strokes than decided, even if it hurt, which I knew it would. There was no safeword in place. I had also been told that if I started whimpering and crying, this meant the spanking was working, although it did NOT mean the punishment would end prematurely. No, I would have to feel and endure each and every promised stroke until the last one had been delivered to Master’s satisfaction. I knew that a good spanking session always lasts longer, has more strokes and is manifestly more painful than the spankee might envisage. And if the spankee screams, begs and pleads, it invariably resulted in his being gagged, so his screams and pleas are of no use whatsoever.
(PART 2 TO FOLLOW)