Most Painful Implement

Never been caned but the wooden paddle hurts like hell

There is nothing quite like a crook handled cane. The sound of it being swished through the air adds to the stomach churning anticipation of those lines of pure fire which you struggle to take. An expert will also vary the thickness of cane used - the thin ones sting like the very devil, and the thicker ones have a much deeper pain which goes right through you.

For me it is the wood hairbrush has me squirming,kicking clenching wriggling but i get it harder when i do all the above i am hard to control a bit of a challenge?

The most painful spanking I ever got, was with a hazel switch. I hurted like hell. Every single stroke felt like cutting my buttocks in two.

I have a friend who is a professional whip maker. I had an idea for a very intense device. I got a small diameter tension spring that was made of very fine wire. I sent it to him and he plaited a beautiful leather cover over this spring. He had built up a handle and the leather covered it too. When he tried it out, the device would rip the victim to shreds unless the flagellent was extremely careful. I have it and will not part with it. It will never be duplicated nor will it be used on anyone.

Speed

I'm just sitting here waiting patiently for my poor little milky in color fat flat ass to be made to either bend over his legs, or stand and drop "em at his command and have me bend over and drop my pants and panties while being made to stand in front of him with my pants down, at first, see what my ultimate goal here is that he decdes it's punishent time. He commands me to drop my pants, but not my panties but orderes me to stand in front him with just my panties on, this way it would put me at my least comfortable and make me feel even less in control, the kind of need he is going to have to needs and need to be able to start breakng my mental walls down so that he wil be able to break me down in general in order raise me back up in the way that he wants me to be for him and how he needs and I need him to be, so that eventually there wont' be any questions of how he needs to treat me especially when it comes time for him to finally take me to the place that I have been so needing him to take me to, scold me and properly punish me for a very long time. He says he is mentally ready, I think , and I sure hope so. I really need for him to both love me enough to give me this. You questioned something I said the other day as a "cry for help" well this is a real cry for your hlep if you are somewhere out here listening, Make me cry sweetie, spank me with your belt, tied down and unable to get away. But before all of that starts, make me strip down to just my panties , put your mixture hat of "dissappointed father, stern doctor hat, and lover hat on all that the same time so you can and will be prepared with whatever crap I try to throw at you. You will need to be strong and you will need to be ready to take me on head to head in the hopes of winning, which by the way, I hope you are wanting to take me on because I am past ready to have you do so to finally break me down and make be the best I know and you know I can and should be. Fix me Dr., please, this is my last and final cry for help in this department. Please, and and thank you in advance. mmmmmmmm!

mashie

The Hand....A Ruler....Back of a hair brush.....will do me nicely..ahhhh the cane would not!

The hairbrush - very nasty! Don't get the paddle much over here in UK. My own pref is for the plimsoll, nice and worn, applied when bending over.

In my early years I got a handspanking OTK bare butt. In the teen years it was either wood paddle or belt. I can't say either was more painful, they both stung and definitely got my attention. I never got the hairbrush or cane.

Cane and paddle. i hate them.

i prefer the more domestic implements like the hairbrush, bath brush, spatula, and so on. a hand spanking is the best!

Cane without any doubt. 12 stokes of the cane on bare bottom. Still had marks on my butt a week later. Mum's preferred position, she had me lay on my back and draw my legs up and clasp my hands behind my knees. Wow, could she lay them on. I'd be yowling for her to stop even after the first stroke.

What implements are painful or not vary for me, depending where my head is at any given point, i think.

the cat-o-nine tails stings like crazy, especially if it wraps around and gets my clit. Which it does, on occassion, and i think Sir

does it on purpose. Most of the time i like it hard and heavy as opposed to stingy, Whatever Sir wants to do/try/order i do my best to take. He is in control, not me. Right now a thick wooden spoon with holes on the clit make me behave in a hurry!

I believe the hardest spankings I administer are with a heavy doubled belt.

Get her bottom nice and pink with you hand then apply the bristle side of a good stiff hairbrush. You will know by the reaction that you have her full attention. Just be careful not to break the skin. You do not have to be very forceful with this tool, just persistent. Expect that she will not sit very well for several days. Enjoy.

I have said it a thousand times, I was spanked with a cane once, and that was once way too many times and got this woman's flat white ass red, bruised for days, and even into the next week. I am not a pain slut by any means. That kind of pain to me is not enjoyable no matter how you try to spin it. It's too harsh for us. Which is why, what I am going to tell you later won't make a lot of sense, but try to follow along here.

I could write a book about spanking and the psychological aspects behind why both sexes need, want, and desire spankings. With out getting into too much psychobabble about the reasoning's each sex has these desires, I will tell you what it is that we probably both want , need and desire when it comes to being spanked, or giving the spankings.

In the most of basic terms of spanking, there are good spankings and bad spankings. Good spankings are playful and given to excite the other, usually as a form of pre-sex activity. Then there are the bad spankings as we like to call them, and these spankings are serious in nature, are given with intent and purpose, and are not in any way, shape, or form, related to, or a prelude to sex.

I love it, and so does he when we are playing around and we get into the spanking issue. It's fun and exciting and usually leads into something sexual. Then there are the serious spankings, we like to call them 'bad spankings". Neither of us want to get them and neither of us really want to give them , but because we know it's what is totally in their best interest, we both submit to what has to happen. It really brings a new meaning to the phrase I grew up with as being, "this is going to hurt me more than it hurts you." I never understood that until now. We hate spanking each other for the bad things we do, but we do so because we love the other enough to try and correct their short comings and to encourage each other to do and be our very best, and sometimes we need that to be reminded. So in a relationship like ours, in order for us to have kept our relationship as long and happy and healthy as we have been we use our good/bad spanking as one of our many check and balances so to speak.

At one point in Kansas I took him over the edge, I pushed him too far, and not with how hard I was spanking him, but with my words and my hurt over some of the things he did. So in this instance, he received a real spanking. Getting close to the end of the session he started crying, and at one point he even asked me to stop because he didn't think he could handle it any more. So stop means stop and I started to undo his restraints. It was at this time he realized that he actually in fact had not received enough, and he asked me to continue, so I tied his ass back up and spanked him some more. He was sobbing like a baby. I had finally broken down one of the few remaining walls he had up in his personal life. In a few more minutes I stopped, undid his restraints and went to his side and rubbed his back to console him. He continued crying for quite a long time. In the end he sat up and hugged me and told me that he needed that more than anything in the world and he felt safe again, and secure with a lot of things he felt were out of control.

Well during the next trip, needless to say, I was not being a very nice person, crabbing about every little thing, saying rather hurtful things according to him, and finally one day he too had had enough. He ordered me to drop my pants and panties, lay over the bed, and he started spanking me with our leather paddle. As he was spanking me, he was telling me why he was spanking me, and each time I tried to give a rebuttal he just spanked me all that much harder. By the end, he had be crying, really crying, not just sobbing. And you know something, it felt great to allow myself that release that I had so been longing for. I did change my attitude right quick after that mind you, lol.

While we are not into caning because of how harsh it is, both of us had and still have the need, want and desire to be spanked hard enough to make us cry. It's the meaning behind the good/bad spanking that makes the spanking what it is really meant to be.

My ultimate goal with him still to this day is to be made to watch him as I stand there in front of him as he unhooks and removes his belt from his pants and tells me that I am going to get spanked for a major infraction I have done. Then I want him to make me drop my pants for him and have to listen to what it is I have done, then when he is done talking he will make me bend over the bed with my elbows and head on the bed. then with each crack of his belt, I would have to count them off to him

Someday perhaps I might talk him into that, maybe someday? Oddly enough, and psychologically speaking we humans need to cry once in a while. It's our reality check, and keeps for us anyway our lives balanced and on an even keel.

So for us, our spanking implements of choice currently are our open hands, our leather paddle, and soon, hopefully his belt.! I will let you know the next time we get together if he's man enough to take his belt off and give me a few cracks across my fanny.

Keeping my fingers crossed, ll

Mashie

IN previous post i said the hairbrush was my most painfull spanking but having just got the switch OTK! SEVERAL on my sit spots! it was white hot heat! i have changed my mind! writing this standing up!

The most painful for me hairbrush

The cane for sure is the worst, especially the long lasting feeling of the ‘stripes’ on the backside that last for days!

The old british riding crop.

one twat of that will reduce you to a quivering jelly

Most painful implement I was spanked with was a plastic rod, the type used to turn Levelar window blinds with.Got it from one of my best friends Mom after we were caught sneaking out and going swimming in their pool while I was spending the night at his house.She caught us in a couple of lies, and was raging.She said "Glenn" was going to get the whipping of his life, and after that Ryan, that would be me, would be driven home (3:00am) and explain to my Mom why I was home at that time.I was like no no no.Then she said that if i didn't want an early am trip home I could take the same spanking Glenn was going to get and the issue would end there.I agreed figuring (incorrectly) that being company, I would get a good one and probably cry, but it wouldn't be as hard as Glenn's.Hindsight is always 20/20.i should have taken the ride home.She marched us to his bedroom and told us not to move.That she was going to fetch" Stinger". At that moment Glenn started to hang his head and cry softly.She returned in a few minutes, told us to use the bathroom if needed (thank God I did) and took a couple of pillows, put them together, and told Glenn to come over. She then pulled down his underwear and slipped them off from around his feet and put him across the pillows butt high up and face down on the bed.She then proceeded to tear his butt up.He took a couple of licks before the serious screaming and wailing began.After each lick she would wait a few seconds before applying the next. Probably no more than 15-20 but i could tell it was painful in a major way.Still figured that yes I was going to get a good one but nothing like Glenn's.Wrong!After he finally got up and stood to the side it was "Ryan you know the program". Walked over to the bed, she halted me, yanked my underwear down and off put me across the pillows and a few seconds later I felt hell fire laid on my butt.From the first lick I was crying and squealing like a baby as she worked my bottom and upper thighs in the same manner.When she finished she told us to go wash our faces and pipe down quickly or there would be more.Neither of us put back on our undies, and we slept on our stomachs.The pain was intense for about half an hour or more.A few more licks from "Stinger" and my butt would probably have cracked open. As it was the welts remained for a couple of weeks before completely going away. My Mom saw them, and was very complementary of her work. We were both 13.Summer of 1984 between 7th and 8th grade. When my Mother found out the reason for such a thrashing she was impressed and assumed (correctly) I had been punished properly for my capers, and no further lessons needed to be imparted. I didn't get a whole bunch of spankings, but that was by far and away the most painful.

The best my mom got me with was with one of her flat shoes. Left a bruise for a week

The wooden spoon!!! although, i also feel the sting when my boyfriend uses his ruler on me. He's a teacher, so he has plenty of them on hand if one breaks over my bottom when he's punishing me. le sigh...

I think a nice thin switch from a Weeping Willow tree is a potent instrument. The stinging sensation would get me up on my toes as a child. I would dance and hop raising one foot and then the other, pedaling my legs as my mom wielded her switch. I can remember the vivid red stripes it would leave on the backs of my thighs and my bare bottom.

My parents had what we all called "the fat strap" - it was an old fashioned razor strap and this was the most painful. They kept it in the kitchen drawer and made us go get it for them when a spanking was impending. I hated that because as a kid I was scared. This happened when a spanking was promised like at church...acting up and getting in trouble. I think that's why I hate church to this day - no one ever made it through a service unscathed.

Anyway, when it was a spur of the moment spanking we got whatever was handy: a shoe, belt, hairbrush, ruler, they were imaginative parents! Once I remember my dad chasing my older brother around with goggles from the swimming pool and thrashing him with those. Not cool, really. When he would use a belt on me he would hold my hand and I'd run around in circles and he'd be chasing me in the circle with the belt. I imagine it looked pretty comical.

Mostly we got OTK with their hand. Spankings now are fun and sexy and different...but being a kid in the 1960's it was humiliating, scary and depressing. I feared my father and wish it had been different. Oddly enough, I would get that funny feeling in my tummy when one of siblings was the one getting spanked and I happened to be watching. My youngest sister (the "baby") used to get a bare bottom, OTK spanking after church on Sunday...but Dad would do it on the front porch...where my other sister and I watched from inside the house...and the whole neighborhood could see and hear her which was actually funny cause she was such a little snot!!

Ah - the joys of childhood!

A bare bottom hand spanking followed by the back of a hairbrush.

I have been sapnked on the bare bottom with a heavy wooden bath brush and the intense pain caused by this spanking will never be forgotten. I literally could not sit for over twelve hours. I was given over 100 rapid and severe strokes with that brush.

I also was birched on the bare botton with a birch rod constructed with approximately 25 supple thin white birch twigs and the sting and pain created by these strokes were equally intense. I have been spanked with paddles, straps, leather paddles, etc. however I do not think that I will ever forget or want to relive the former experiences with the bath brush and the white birch rod.

The cane when used incorrectly is the most painful, i had an inexperienced master who said if knew how to use the cane which i later found out during my session that infact he hadn't and mercyed and had to tell him to not use it as he was using it incorrectly and marked me very badly for a week or so. Not impressed!!!

Wood, anything wood just seems so much more painful than anything else...

A hairbrush gets me crying.

For me it's got to be the hairbrush on the bare,it still gets me sobbing into the pillows.