Reminder Spankings

Reminder spankings are what Sir likes to call them and I agree they do serve a purpose. They are usually done about three times a week and always with that heavy, heavy paddle. I have asked for warm ups many times to no avail so I quickly gave up that foolish pipe dream.

We have had limited time together over the last few weeks and have been spending more time playing and exploring just how far we are both willing to take our play (lot's on that later but it's going well). So reminders were getting far and few in between until yesterday, at lunch no less.

In the car, back seat, over his lap, paddle out. I almost asked for a warm up but thought better of it. The fact that I wore a skirt to work that was a little to short for his liking (it wasn't that short) was not helping my case. He started fast and furious and stayed up pretty high on my cheeks since pool season is among us and somebody actually asked what happened to my bum/thigh at the pool last week. It hurt like hell, I am not sure if it was because it had been so long I forgot how bad it was or because it was just plain old intense.  I squirming like crazy and almost could not answer his questions. I knew I was moving too much but there was nothing I could do about it, I wanted to stop moving and every once in a while I did for a short period of time but it did not last long.

"The more you move the worse it's going to get little girl, stop it" he warned me several times but it was helpless.

I would say he went on for 20 consecutive paddles on each cheek. That may not sound like a lot to you but they were hard and they hurt. When he was done I laid limply across his lap trying to compose myself. I heard him gasp and then he started rubbing a bit "Are you OK" he asked and he sounded in a full blown panic. I'm fine I assured him still to limp to move, what's wrong? "I think you may be bleeding under the skin, I have never seen a color like this I think we need to take you somewhere." I sat there for a minute and tried to judge my pain, I absolutely hated every second of that spanking and the pain was there but it was not horrible. "I'm OK" I answered still sprawled across his knees.

He relaxed a bit and started rubbing my bottom again and quite accidently (I believe) he rubbed against my opening. I heard him chuckle in shock "you are so wet". I pushed my butt in the air in reply hoping to the heavens he would slip his fingers inside me. I am lucky girl because he quickly got to work as I scampered up on all fours to rock back and forth on his hand; soon I felt too weak to remain in that position and collapsed back down my stomach still over his lap. I wanted to stay in that state forever, the pleasure almost unbearable; he started spanking me again with his free hand as I whimpered from the sensations. He took it easy with his spanking hand, I think hesitant to further the bruising that is truly like nothing I have ever seen before. His other hand was working me furiously as I begged him not to stop and to please spank me a little harder." Come for Daddy you dirty slave" he demanded as he intensified the force behind his slaps and my body tensed as my orgasms literally shot out onto his hand (this is a first time occurrence for us). I wanted to rest but he had other things in mind and continued to pump his hand into me until my whole body was convulsing with pleasure. When he knew I couldn't take anymore he pulled me up into his lap, holding me close and rocking me back and forth.

"You know we both have to get back to work" he whispered in my ear. "I know Daddy I just need a minute" I answered softly feeling the unwelcome throbbing of my bottom once more.

We stayed like that for a few minutes and then reluctantly climbed into the front of the truck, sitting proved to be quite difficult and I later figured out walking didn't really feel too good either. We drove back to my office and he kissed me and told me how precious I was and how much he loved me and I of course returned the sentiment.

"Are you sure you are OK" he asked through the open window of the car. I turned and smiled at him and answered "Yes Sir, I hate spankings right up until the very minute they are over....then I just want more".

And more I got....the very next day too.