The feeling of control I had was making me quite aroused, and I could feel my panties getting damp.

I looked down at Mike, naked, helpless, prone. I took aim at his bottom and brought the paddle down hard on his left buttock. He gasped, but managed to mutter “one”, as I had commanded. The second landed on his right buttock, and left a similar red mark. The third stroke I landed up between his legs, and judging by the slight squeal, I think it may have caught his balls.

The fourth I bent down and placed across both his buttocks, the next across the back of his thighs. For the next spanks I went round in front of him, forcing him to look up at me as I straddled his head, shuffling down his body until I was sat on his back. I reached around underneath him and grabbed his manhood. He was very clearly enjoying his spanking; in fact I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen him so hard. Tempting though it was to put it to some pleasurable use, I resisted and continued with the paddling, bringing five hard smacks down on his now very red bottom.

He did his best to keep count, poor thing, but I think my grabbing him had distracted him somewhat, and he’d lost his concentration.

“Oh dear!” I sniggered. “I think you’ve lost count, haven’t you? So I’d better start your beating again, hadn’t I?” He spluttered, partly with the pain of his spanking, and partly at the injustice of me starting his twenty strokes again. “You, you…you can’t!” he pleaded. But I was determined.

I brought the paddle down hard on his bottom, then waited until he meekly said “One”.

This time I took my time, and he managed to keep count. By the time I’d finished he’d had thirty five strokes, and his bottom was turning quite a deep shade of red.

I stood in front of him, forcing him to look up at my boots and fishnets, and all the way up my leather dress to my face. I bent over and put my finger under his chin, lifting his head towards mine. “How’s your bottom feeling now, Mike?” I smiled. “Come upstairs. I’ve got something for you to wear which will be nice and soft on your stinging cheeks!”

He stood up, and despite the intense pain I knew he must be feeling, I could see very clearly that he was still incredibly aroused. I patted his bottom playfully as he walked upstairs in front of me, and he squirmed at even such a light touch.

His eyes widened like saucers when we went into our bedroom and he saw what I’d laid out for him to wear. I picked up the panties I’d chosen for him, and held them out for him to step into. “Quickly!” I ordered, “unless you want me to paddle your bottom again.”

Not wanting another thrashing he meekly stepped into the panties. They were made of white satin, with elasticated leg holes and waistband, and layers of pink ruffles across the bum. “There!” I teased, “Don’t they feel nice and soft on your tender bottom?”