A very well-written (slightly edited for somewhat naughty content) entry for the ‘My Birthday Spanking’ Story Contest, ‘Close to Home’ is further proof of the creativity of the readers and contributors to this blog. Thank you.
– Dana
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‘Close to Home’
Chapter 1
“Gggrrruuuunnnh…”
Wow that hurt! I was really struggling, and stood up breathing fast but deeply. I turned around to look at her.
“C’mon John… You can take one more. Let’s get you to ‘six of the best’ …you’ve taken it so well… remember when you were only going to try for three? If you took those extra two you may as well make it to six, right?”
Dana gave me that cute impish smile of hers. “Do it for me. Back down you go. One more. Remember- widen your stance a little and get your back down… I like to see all of you.”
So back down I went, and she lifted my shirt tail up on my back again, caressing me as she did so.
Our “session” was over, and this had started off as a light hearted before-you-leave-you’ve-got-to-try-the-cane-just-a little-to-get-the-full-DanaKane-experience thing. But it had grown from there. I felt like I truly was at the edge of my limits. I was wrong, but first there was the matter of that last stroke.
“Get ready John. This one’s going to hurt.”
Really? I couldn’t have gues –AAAAHH OWwww…OH Fu… Holy Mother of… Sonuva… That REALLY hurt. So bad that I didn’t stand up but just collapsed on the bed.
Dana came over to comfort me, rubbing my back and the welts on my rear. Also some mischievous pinching and poking at those welts. We talked about the marks a bit, and she asked how this compared to both my expectations of our session and to playdates when I was the one spanking ladies. Gradually, I composed myself. (The view of her legs in that skirt combined with the way she was sitting helped a little.) Dana explained how proud she was of me, especially for a newbie.
My butt was still throbbing, but soon I was feeling elated. I got up from the bed and started walking around the room- strangely excited. I’d done it! I took my first ever spanking, and then took six of the best on top of that!
I went over to Dana and we shared a genuine hug. My arms were wrapped around her, and hers around me, when she slid her hand down and grabbed my still sore rear end and gave it a squeeze. ***
“John there’s still one last matter we need to take care of. I don’t want you to miss out on your birthday spanking.”
Gulp. Remove hand quickly…I thought she’d forgotten about that. Time to backtrack… “That’s okay Dana. Pretty sure I’ve had enough, and besides, I was just joking in those emails. Remember I even offered to give you your birthday spanking too! Cause our birthdays were so close together, it was kinda funny. HaHa…I was really just trying to be funny…joking… thanks for offering, but maybe you’ll be back in Houston this time next year. Besides, I know my time’s up and know your time is valuable.”
“Well, I certainly didn’t forget, but was going to let it go until just now. Seems like you’re still plenty fiesty. I’d be remiss if I didn’t correct that, and besides, John, who else is going to give you a birthday spanking? It’s something I want to do. Think of it as my little birthday present to you!”
“Only thing is…” she started unbuttoning my shirt, “birthday spankings I think are best received by those in their birthday suits! Now finish stripping down, all the way. Fold your clothes and stand at attention when you’re done. I’ll be right back.”
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I could hear her rustling around in her implement bag. She returned carrying a large but fairly thin wooden paddle, and laid it down on the table before coming up to me.
I could hear her rustling around in her implement bag. She returned carrying a large but fairly thin wooden paddle, and laid it down on the table before coming up to me.
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“Now, bend over again. Not all the way down on your elbows this time- just your hands. Stick your butt out some more.”
I heard the rattle as she picked up the paddle from the table. I thought about protesting once more, I felt great, but was afraid my rear would look like raw hamburger meat after 36 paddle swats. Oh well, I was along for the ride and gripped the covers tightly in my hands.
She placed one hand on my back, and I could feel the wooden paddle rubbing both cheeks.
“Count these out for me, birthday boy”
Pop!
The first one was frankly not as hard as I’d braced myself for- more than a tap, but not a full thwack or swat as I’d expected.
“One”
Hey, I think I can take this, I thought to myself. They stung, but weren’t so bad…
“Fourteen!”
Starting to sting a lot. Was it my imagination or were the getting a little harder?
POP!
“Fifteen”
“You know I don’t get into the whole ‘thank you mistress’ bit, but I think you should make more of an effort than just counting the number- vary it if you want to.”
Smack!
“Sixteen. Thank you Dana.” Yes, these were definitely getting harder…
“Aaah… Twenty-one. ‘preciate it ma’am.”
My butt was on fire. The whole thing. I couldn’t even tell where each swat landed…OH! Never-mind…Yeah, I could.
“Thirty-four, oh please…Dana”
Almost there, just hang on tight…
Whack!
“Thirty-five, I’ll always remember my thirty-fifth birthday thank you!”
“And one to grow on…”
“Ooof! Thank you. Thank you Dana!”
Whack!
“Hey?!”
“Well I’m not sure if I’ll be here again next year this time so…”
Whack!
“…thought I should cover next year too!”
Whack!
“You forgot to count. We’re on two.”
“Two. Thank you.”
They went on. Each one a real paddle swat now, and I struggled to maintain my composure. The worst was having to vocalize- the number was now preceded by unintelligble groans.
“Grrrr ah ah twenty-two thank you”
Splat!
“Owow no please please twenty three ma’am.”
This went on and about midway through the twenties I could feel my vision blurring… closed my eyes and felt a tear trickle down my cheek. That actually helped my resolve. Well, at least for a couple more until once again I was at the point of losing it.
“No OWw oh… That one really… Ow. Thirty one. Thanks”
“I know it hurts John. It’s supposed to. But you’re doing so well taking it. I’m not going to go easy on these last few.”
As she said this, she laid the paddle down and rubbed my butt. At one point her hand teased my crack. In spite of the pain it still sent another kind of jolt through me.
“Let’s finish up. I know it hurts. It’s okay to let go.”
CRACK!
“Aaaaah!! Thirty…thirty something uhm.. Ma’am.”
“That was thirty two dear. And now again…”
CRACK!
I was immediately right back where I was before the break, if not worse. My voice was cracking with each attempt to count, and the tears were flowing. My bottom was covered in flames.
“Haaarrnnggh! Ungh ah ah thirty.. Thirty four ma’am”
WHAACK!!
“Aaaahhh Nnngguhh No ahhh.. THIRTY-FIVE MA’AM!!”
I did let go at that point and just collapsed. One to grow on was thankfully just a tap as Dana recognized that I had truly reached my limit. Again the comforting. This time she brought out a bottle of lotion and soothed my burning cheeks. All the emotions from the last time were there, just magnified. When I got up I was flying higher on endorphins than right after taking the cane.
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Oh my! Another delightful story of how pathetic the male is when confronted by a strong Woman with a hard implement and the intention of teaching him to be good!
Thank you again, Lady Dana – the stories on your wonderful blog do the most amazing things to my old body, bringing me a certain welcome stiffness I had almost forgotten about!
Oh Lord to have to take a hard birthday spanking on top of a caning, then to miss count an 34 only to have you start all over again would certainly test any man’s limits. a delightful story Ma’am
Mario