I had discussed with my KH following our recent weekly punishment spanking that I felt confused about what seemed like a light penalty given my actions. She agreed, noting she is often puzzled by this and typically decides to punish me based on her mood. So when she was angry about something recent during a week where I behaved well, I might receive thorough discipline, but in a week where I misbehaved, I could get off lightly if she wasn’t particularly motivated.
I proposed that alongside keeping the list, we assign specific stroke counts for common errors (such as neglecting a chore) while she assigns strokes for unusual incidents. We started with 5 strokes for simple mistakes and went up to 30 when my naughtiness warranted an orgasm. Last week, I crept up behind her in the garage and gave her goose bumps. It scared the life out of her, adding another 10 strokes.
Today I tallied my list and reached 55. Remembering that my previous high was only 30, I got nervous. She had me prepare our bedroom to block sound and prying eyes, laid out her spanking tools, and even put on a gag, which was new for us. Just before securing the gag, I admitted I was scared, and she replied, “you better be.” With it in place, she ordered me over the bed and picked up her favorite wooden spoon.
She attacked in sets of 10. The first ten landed on my left cheek, allowing me to count them clearly. The next ten hit my right cheek, where I remained controlled enough to keep track. When she returned to the left side, the pain intensified, causing me to lose track of her rhythm. Back to the right and I became a drooling, squealing mess. She paused at 40; for a moment, I thought it was over, then she delivered the final 15 in one continuous burst, alternating cheeks. I’m still not sure how I survived those last fifteen.
When finished, she tossed her spoon onto the bed and said, “Look what you did to my spoon.” It is a flat utensil, more like a spatula, with the head cracked right down the middle. I removed my gag, kissed her feet, apologized, and thanked her. She told me to put everything away, tidy up, and go to work.
For those not into this dynamic, it might seem strange. I hate and fear punishments while they are happening, but the post-punishment submissive high is amazing. Right now, I would do anything she asks without question. When she is strong like today, I feel loved and cared for. Thank you so much Mistress for everything you do regularly and especially what you did today.