It's super cold outside but The Mini Manor is nice and toasty. And I just finished paddling a very naughty butt. A severe punishment was negotiated after a charitable warm up and some time for after care.
It's not the first time this very naughty boy has been over My knee. Nor is it the second or the third. Now, he has grown to be a wee more comfortable and not so terribly nervous around Me. This spanko was so nervous the first time we met, he actually peed his pants on My front stoop. Luckily, for him, the pants were mostly dry when he left.
I say very naughty boy as work has had him so busy, he actually had to miss his last appointment. He did bring Me his tribute for the lost session so he did make up for some of it. I say some of it as he still has a punishment coming. And this time, he was really gonna get it.
He arrived promptly for his scheduled engagement with a fragrant bouquet of My favorite flowers, stargazer lilies. Behind the flowers hid a sweet, submissive, young, spanko with an adorable smile across his blushed face. I invited him in and put the flowers in a vase.
Per his humble request, I began with an enticing warm up, with him laying over My knee on the couch. Enticing as it always is with this one, especially when I want him to take the most. And this time, he was going to take the most he's ever taken.
After a sufficient warm up, I moved him to the spanking bench. Once secured to the bench, I continued the punishment with wooden and leather paddles, followed by the wide, leather punishment strap.
To wrap it up, he was then placed face-down on the bondage table and, once again, well-restrained and not able to move or squirm one inch. I used a couple of canes to stripe a ladder from the top of his crack to his sweet spot, where the butt meets the thigh.
This opened up some skin.
So I finished him off with one of My meanest and nastiest paddles made of rubber. When I was done, his ass did somewhat resemble hamburger meat. So I did what every considerate and benevolent Mistress would do - I cleaned his wounds with some isopropyl alcohol, applied some ointment, and wrapped the area in large bandages.
He was a happy little puddle, wrapped in a blanket, resting on a pillow next to the warm fireplace. He snacked on chocolate chip cookies and drank the chilled milk as I ran My nails through his hair and told him what a good boy he had been for taking such a stringent correction. Once he was able, he was dressed and on his way.
Until next time.
