Difficult things to do after a spanking

On a more inquisitive note, I wonder how many people can come up with something difficult to do after a spanking.
My last spanking was on Monday morning, it was a real bum burner, first a scolding, you know the type where you have to answer and the severity of said spanking depends largely on your answer. Personally I don't believe that , it is my experience that Ma'am has already decided exactly how much pain she intends to put you through, she merely intends to make you feel thoroughly miserable before hand, heap a bit of humiliation on you. Of course should you decide to brat it, well then "it is your funeral"
I  dare say the most obvious difficulty that springs to mind is "sitting down". Imagine if you can the pain of sitting for an hour after undergoing a spanking involving a OTK warm up by hand, a slippering with several of Aunties stingiest slippers and a hair brushing of about 10 minutes duration with aunties Ebony hair brush followed by 24 strokes of the cane. The first set Aunty used her right arm, then delivered the second set using her left arm using the senior cane. the third and forth sets using a thinner cane that burned far worse than the senior cane. The admonition "If you move out of position or stand up I will start all over again" a very real threat hanging over you like a sword of Damacles.
Fortunately Monday was exceptionally busy and the first opportunity to sit down again was at 1800. Grabbing my snap out of my bag I plonked myself down into my chair and promptly stood up again.
Later that night I had a look at "Ground Zero". What a sight, my sit spots a mass of purple and dark , nearly black, blue bruises. Lots of raised welts criss-crossed the whole area, no wonder I could not sit down with out pain.
As Pam would say "You sure got your ass whooped big time. You deserved it, no sympathy there, that's for sure!  

Oh the pain!

This morning, with much trepidation I arrived on time at Aunty Shan's house. It would not have been wise to arrive late or God forbid not pitch up at all.
"Come into my parlour, said the spider to the fly"
"On time, I see" said my beautiful disciplinarian as she invited me into the house, without a word I followed her into the kitchen where she offered me a choice of tea or coffee.
Looking at me as she made the drink she smiled saying "it is only a spanking, it won't kill you."
"Yes but I am the one that is going to be in pain, not you"
"Well, my darling boy, if you behave then Aunty Shan would not have to take down your shorts and boxers  and spank your bare bottom until you cry like the little boy you are"
Normally there is a set pattern to Aunty Shan's spanking, she likes to start off using her hand on my bottom, before making me remove y trousers until finally you lie over her lap in just your boxers. Today she dispensed with the spanking over my shorts, gave me about 3 or 4 minutes of hand spanking over my boxers before slipping them down to reveal my bare bottom. During this phase Aunty Shan scolds you, today was no exception, I already knew that the ebony hair brush would be used. The glossy black brush packs a fearsome punch  From past experience several slippers all with varying degree's of sting would and were used before my nemesis was brought into play. For a solid 5 minutes the brush ignited a four alarm fire in my rear, left, right, up, down Spank Spank Spank Spank. Aunty Shan varied the placement of all the spanks until it felt like every square inch of my bottom burned intensely, Finally with a wicked 60 second hand salvo where she landed a spank per second the first stage of my spanking drew to a close.


I was allowed to stand up and as I did so my hands flew to cradle my ruined ass stopping in mid rub as Aunty Shan sternly asked if I wanted her to start all over again.
"No Ma'am, please no Ma'am" I replied 
Gently guiding me by the arm Aunty Shan led me to the bench where she commanded me to bend over and grab the rail.
"Mario I want you to hold onto the rail, if you stand up or let go the rail we will start all over again. Is that clear?
"Yes Ma'am, I understand". No way was I going to go for gold and let go or stand up. I know from bitter experience that if she says she will start all over again, then she will.
With perhaps a spacing of fifteen seconds the first six strokes struck home, each landing precisely where Shan intended. The thud as each white hot stroke landed told me that the thicker of the three canes was being used.
After the first six strokes Aunty Shan switched sides and began all over again.Crack, wait 15 seconds Crack, wait 15 seconds Crack wait 15 seconds Crack, wait 15 seconds,Crack wait 15 seconds CRACK ..."How many is that Mario?"
"Twelve Ma'am" I stammered, trying desperately to speak without crying
"Half way there now, Mario, Let me try the thinner cane, I want you to remember this for a long time, in fact I don't want you to ever forget this spanking". I felt something cool and moist on my bottom and knew Aunty Shan was smearing cream on my butt, while it offered temporary relief, the cream made the following strokes sting all the more.
Again six strokes fell, each felt like it would split me in two, the tears flowed freely now as the cumulative effect of the caning took it's toll. Under my breath I prayed "Oh God let me get through this.
CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK , each one harder than the previous until finally only one remained, looking over my shoulder I  saw the tip of the cane extend above Aunty Shan's head and knew this one would be the hardest. CRACK, I felt the blow before I heard the whistling sound it made as it travelled through the air.
Desperately I gripped the rail, fighting the urge to stand up, knowing I would never be able to take another 24 strokes my body heaving as I sobbed totally wiped out.
"Stand up and turn around Mario", said my aunt, and then a last admonition, If this happens again Mario, I will not take you over my knee, I will cane you first,  then I will paddle you on top of the caning and you will get double the strokes you got today, are we clear on this?"

I could only nod in the affirmative, as Aunty Shan opened her arms wide and hugged me. It was over and my Aunty still loves me.

About Time you say!!!!!!!!

I can hear the comments already, "about time somebody took that young man's britches down and tanned his hide." or  "Can I take Shan's place and take you over my knee, hold on I'll fetch my hairbrush..."

Yes folks, by this time on Monday, I will not be able to sit down without pain or discomfort.Due to circumstances totally beyond my control I have been a spank free zone and my heinie has had a ball.
You see I have been a total brat the last three months, Mom is in South Africa, so is aunty Nita and to cap it all my doctor gave me a right "bollocking" on Friday morning. I think she wished she could take me across her knee and blister my heinie. I have been poorly for about three weeks and last Thursday was rushed to the doctors only to find my sugar level at 17. Doctor sent me for bloods and the only saving grace is it was only the sugar levels up. everything else was good.

I got a call from my "other daughter" on Friday morning telling me she had contacted my Aunty Shan and that I as to go see her on Monday morning. Aunty Shan had told her she felt I had been avoiding her and would Pam be so kind as to accompany me to ensure I did in fact keep my appointment, also to make sure to tell me tha ebony hair brush would be on the mantelpiece waiting for me.

Sitting whilst I can.

As a lot of you know, my friend Nita has been away for the last six weeks visiting her parents in South Africa. Shortly before she left Nita made me promise to behave or else I would have to face the consequences, namely a spanking.

In truth I have really tried to behave, after all it is not a good idea to mess with a spanking mom. The only outcome that satisfies them is you bare assed begging for mercy as the brush or paddle, ( Mr. Smack) lights a fire of epic proportions in your backside.

That is certainly true of Nita, while she does not spank often, she makes up for it in the intensity of the spanking. My last spanking was a baker’s dozen with a cane. The extra was for standing up in the middle of the caning.

I have not been spanked for nearly three months now and although I do not want a punishment spanking, I know without a doubt that I need one.

I also discovered that the lovely Nita and my darling daughter have been chatting on facebook, goodness knows what they have been discussing. I do know this; it does not bode well for my butt.

The pair of them are as thick as thieves often cooking up some mischief which almost certainly involves my butt being striped, like the one time Nita came over to see my daughter.

I was at home and cleaning out the fire place, I have a lovely open fire in my sitting room, a source of great pleasure and a feeling of warmth on the cold winter’s night. Nita saw me on my knees busy cleaning and proceeded to spank me, I still had my sleep shorts on, they are very thin and offer no protection at all. During a lull in the spanking, I asked; “why am I getting spanked Aunty Nita?”

To which she replied, “because I decided, do you have a problem?”

“No ma’am I simply wondered, that’s all”

She carried on the hand spanking for about another two or three minutes before she shouted to my daughter.

“Bron, bring me your mothers wooden spoon please lovey.”

I began to object at this revelation, and got a hard spank for my troubles, along with a stern “Do not even think about moving anywhere little boy”.

The wooden spoon was duly handed over and Nita began a renewed assault on my now throbbing bottom. The spanks rained down hard and fast and soon my pain threshold was breached and cries of pain and pleas for clemency and promises of good behaviour poured from my mouth.

Suddenly just as the tears were about to pour out Nita stopped spanking me, telling me to behave she left the lounge and as I knelt upright and furiously rubbed the sting from my rear I heard the two women laughing and giggling. My daughter telling her friend she could not believe her father allowing himself to be spanked like that and wanting to know how long she had been spanking me for.

“Oh for about six months now, ever since he stopped taking his tablets properly and started getting poorly.”

“So that is why he is careful to take them now, mom and I wondered what had changed to make him take them. How did you get him to agree in the first place?”

“That was not hard to do, I simply told him off, pointed out that not only was he putting himself in more danger but all of us would be affected by his health problems. I told him that if he behaved like a petulant child then that is how I would treat him and naughty children deserved a good hard bottom warming.”

“But Nita…” he started to say, I told him that he would always be treated with respect and that while he was being punished he was to call me Aunty Nita.”

I fetched Mr. Smack and told him to bend over the table and grip the other side and not to move until I told him so. Then I gave him his first hiding, telling him that he would always be loved but if I felt he needed spanking then I wanted obedience. "Little boys" I said "need an aunty to punish them when they are naughty and get too big for their britches and their aunties always know best."

Since then I have punished him about half a dozen times. The last time I caned him I gave him thirteen strokes, it was meant to be a dozen but he would not stay still and I gave him an extra one, extra in number and strength,  Pam told me, he deliberately misbehaved so that he could earn a spanking so I made sure he would never ever want one purely because he wanted it, take away the control from him.

Since that time he has not gone out of his way to earn one.