Running the Gamut

    She is bent over a pile of blankets in the middle of the bed, grasping the sheets in her clenched fists. She cries out, drums her feet against the lumpy mattress, once in a while she throws her hand back to protect her bottom but none of it deters him.
     He paddles her with the hair brush, not only on her bottom but on her legs, too. He instructs her to spread them and he gives her several stinging swats on the insides of each one. Soon, he pauses, and smiles to himself. "I made a heart!" he tells her proudly. "Where's your phone?" he locates it quickly and takes a picture so she can see. "Bring out the red, so you can really see it. I'm going to ruin the heart now, so enjoy it." He spanks her again with the brush, this time with gusto. After a moment or so he stops, and rises, leaving the bed.
     She thinks he is done. After all, she had asked for a little spanking before bed...it wasn't like she was in trouble or anything.
     But he knows that she needs more than a little spanking, and he intends on giving her exactly what she needs. He comes back to the bed with an array of implements. "We're going to play a game," he tells her. "We haven't done this in a long time."
     She groans inwardly, knowing what game he means. When he asks her to tell him what he wants her to do, she says, "Guess the implement..." She hates this game! Immediately, she starts fearing the bite of the loopy, because she knows he's likely to use all the implements they own in this game of his.
     He starts off with one of their straps, one that stings but really isn't all that bad, and is impressed when she knows immediately what it is. He gives her a few more whacks with it for good measure. Next he uses the naughty spatula, then the five fingered strap, followed by a ping pong paddle. He spanks her with each one until she can correctly guess what it is.
     When the rubber flogger comes into play, she purposely doesn't say what it is for quite a while because it feels soothing in comparison to the other more punishing implements that they own.
     He laughs about this, and doesn't seem bothered by it. Once she tells him what it is, he continues on through their arsenal, including several other paddles, another strap, the loopy! and a short otk acrylic cane.
     She is crying real tears by the end.
     "Now, for this last one..." his voice booms behind her.
     Her heart pounds and when he asks what she thinks it is, she whimpers through her tears, "I don't knooow, sir.." and buries her head in the covers. She feels his hands start rubbing her bottom and when he says, "I'm just going to put lotion on you baby," she starts sobbing.
     "Good girl," he tells her softly as he spreads soothing cream over her blazing backside. "It's all over, are you okay?"
     She assures him that she is more than okay, and she sniffles into his chest contendedly as he holds her close. She is once again amazed at how well he knows her and her needs.