Tomorrow came, as it always does, until it never comes again.
I never mentioned the spanking, and Cindy was quite busy during the day. However, around 3Pm she walked into the room where I was and stated: "Time for your spanking!"
Cindy walked up the stairs, and I followed her. She decided the wooden bath brush, and a long cane from Ronnie.
After I moved the spanking chair into the middle of the room, I then retrieved Cindy's spanking shoes, and helped her put them on. Bare bottom, over her knee, Cindy asked if my arms and shoulders were okay. Responding yes, a flurry of hard spanks descended quickly, almost taking my breath away. (I counted eleven, as a distraction to the rapid beginning, but did count any afterwards).
A pause, as Cindy began the questioning: did I know why I was being spanked? My answer was yes. I had drank too much wine the last time we visited, and became somewhat argumentative in one case.. Correct..
WOW!. The flurry of hard spanks with that Vermont Country bath brush had me bouncing and owwing significantly. At least twenty or more spanks...
Another pause: so what are you going to do to prevent this re-occurring? I will make certain not to drink to much, and avoid again situations where I strongly disagree with something, and simply change the topic. CORRECT.
My, you are giving the correct answers... followed by many more rapid hard spanks. I could feel a MOISTENING in the corners of my eyes, even while bouncing around a bit, and dancing with my feet a little.
Okay, maybe we should review this, so stand up and let us try the long cane....
As I took up position with my hands on the bed, bending at the waist, and holding my stomach in to protect my back...
Are your shoulders okay, your stomach muscles engaged? yes...
Many short rapid spanks, aiming for the far cheek, although both are being struck, and then many more only on the close cheek... and some harder strokes where the cane traveled a longer distance.
Okay, a few more, and then we will stop.. maybe ten more, and I was permitted to stand, and I immediately thanked Cindy.
In looking in the mirror, my bottom was a dark red for the bottom half, but white at the top. Reason, is that Cindy states : not enough meat there.
Two different feelings, one for the dark red part of my bottom, and one for the red lined area of the top of my bottom.
I drank modestly, slowly, and refused a refill of my glass a couple of times.
Everyone was charming, including me.