My 360 punishment – written by My loyal servant scottie after a good hard spanking from Mistress
I knew I was in trouble since I had failed to do several tasks set by my Mistress Madox. I thought about making excuses but if She found out later it would be even worse. As I waited for her to enter the dungeon I was trembling in anticipation of Her ire. I prayed that She was in one of Her more gentle moods this week.
She swept in on a wave of Jimmy Choo perfume, gave me a quick hug, and stepped back to look at me. My heart sank. Her expression showed She was in full Domme mode and that meant I was in for a hard lesson.
Soon I was naked and She gripped my balls in one hand and a nipple in the other. She asked me why
I had not completed the tasks set and warned me to tell the truth as She pulled up both hands making me strain on tiptoe to lessen the pain.
I stammered apologies and said I had been distracted. By what She demanded as She gripped tightly both hands. I squealed in pain. I admitted watching a lot of sport on the tv since my football and rugby teams had games shown live. “How long did you watch it for?” She asked. “About 6 hours” I replied. “How many minutes in six hours?” She asked. “360”. “Then that is the number of strokes your bottom will endure today” She warned.
I begged that 360 was too many but was told that I had been so disrespectful that I was lucky it was not more. She attached nipple clamps and a cock and ball separator. She said She loves the way the separator pushes the balls into a better position for Her to squeeze.
I was dragged to the whipping bench and fastened down. The straps held my thighs apart allowing Her access to continue torturing my balls.
“You will count backwards from 360 till you have taken the full quota of strokes.” She began with a studded leather paddle. Ten strokes later I was already writhing in pain. She hit me in groups of ten and after each She asked for the count. By the time it was down to 300 my bottom was on fire and She was laughing at my discomfort.
She paused and using a short flogger aimed a few lusty blows at my exposed tight balls. I yelled at each stroke. I counted them down but She told me ball strikes did not count they were a bonus just for Her pleasure.
Then I heard the dreaded swish of a cane. I knew by Her mood that these strokes were not going to be gentle. I clamped my teeth together waiting for the strokes to begin. Swish, swish, swish the cane whistled through the air and at each sound I clenched my buttocks anticipating the pain. Maybe not this one She said and changed canes. Swish, swish, swish went the new cane but no hits but She laughed at sight of my twitching bottom as I expected the blow.
Maybe I won’t use the cane She said. I relaxed and then the pain exploded in my bottom as She rapidly laid 10 stripes on my exposed bum. I screamed in pain as She laughed and laughed saying “of course you deserve the cane for your failure”. Ten more strokes had me almost crying in pain.
The count went down quickly as She switched to a leather flogger. Soon 200 strokes remained and surprisingly She released me from the bench and sat down Herself. “Over my knee” She ordered. “I will now spank you like the naughty boy you have been.” As a grown man I felt so humiliated to be made to accept a spanking as a child would be spanked and begged for forgiveness and an alternative punishment.
“No” She said and ordered me over Her knee. With my face burning in shame I positioned myself over Her knees. Crack, crack, crack was the noise of Her hand as She laid into me. She tricked me once by only giving 9 slaps and laughed as I miscounted. “Ten extra for that mistake you pathetic little boy”
She said. Every few sets of 10 She would reach between my legs and check if I was getting excited.
Being draped over my Mistresses gorgeous legs did have an effect but She rectified that by viciously squeezing my balls. She made it worse by hitching up Her shirt so I could feel Her warm thighs pressing against me. This caused lots of squeezing to Her obvious delight.
I thought my degradation was complete but She had other thoughts. She called for the dungeon slave and asked him take photos of me across Her knee showing my red glowing bottom as She continued to spank me.
Her hand began to tire and the last 50 strokes were delivered by a traditional wooden ruler. At last the count was zero and my punishment was complete.
Then she dismissed me till the next time.
