twice marked

As I mentioned yesterday, Ma’am was very pleased to have marked me on Thursday evening. And last night when her inspection proved that her marks were still there, I couldn’t help but laugh delightedly when I heard her triumphant chuckling coming from behind me. It has long been her frustration that my ever-resilient bottom does not retain evidence of her attentions and so it was no surprise a little later in the evening when she ordered me to drop my pants and assume the position.

Once I was settled over her lap, Ma’am spent some time admiring her handiwork with both her eyes and her hands. Her intentions were clearly evident - she was proud of her marks and she wanted to add to them. I could already see that the wooden spoon and tawes were within arms reach but there was something behind her back that she was hiding. It turned out to be a wide wooden hairbrush.

While both were enjoyable, Friday night’s spanking was a vastly different experience than Thursday’s. Still being sore in the places that Ma’am most likes to strike, it was more painful from the start. But when her attention turned toward pressing, pinching and squeezing my hot and sore bottom, the feeling was truly divine. I was so sensitive that even the softest caress resulted in shivers of pleasure down my spine. The unfortunate side effect was that the sensitivity made me less able to tolerate her harder strokes – especially from the hairbrush and spoon – and Ma’am found herself holding back.

The new marks she left were much more red and obvious than Thursday’s had been. When I showed them to her she seemed almost surprised, as if she hadn’t expected that she would be able to mark me 2 days in a row. But she was thrilled to see them...so much so that she took a few photos.