Nurse Amanda, my mistress of many years often pleased me with many requested spanking employing an assortment of instruments that I would bring to our sessions. Most were OTK. All were very erotic and with one exception brought me close to my pain threshold, but never beyond. The one however that I will never forget was unintentional in length and severity.
By then She was in her fifties and unknown to me secretive about her gradual loss of hearing. It was a hot July day. And the room air conditioner turned up high. I was a bit tentative about handing her the heavy oak paddle that I brought the occasion as I lay down over the stack of pillows on her bed but exited over the prospect of finally experiencing a real spanking, one that would bring me to tears.
“Are you sure you want me to really beat your ass. Really sure!” 'Yes I replied. "Okay Amanda replied. ‘I may even take you a bit past your safe word….. So, just use the word “more” if you want me to keep going.
Let me say that hers was the longest, most severe paddling I ever experienced. She never did hear the safe word, and took my cries as wanting more. Within minutes I was yelling ‘ mommy stop"! but my voice was drowned out by the noisy air conditioner in the window above her bed. Moving up she sat on legs pinning the one arm I had tried to shield my bum with. Then, pinning my other wrist high up on my back she wielded the paddle so fast & hard that it felt like a swarm of yellow jackets attacking my bum. I don't think my mistress ever heard my safe word. She simply stopped when tired leaving me to writhe in pain as I cradled my poor, beating cheeks in my palms.
Looking back, there was nothing erotic about that spanking…And yet….I hold the memory as one of my fondest. And, confess to having ejaculated to the memory many times. .