Sunday Spanking

Things here have been, at best, in a state of upheaval. Over the weekend, t's Mom was moved from the hospital to a rehab center where it appears she is receiving excellent care.
We are hopeful that the rehabilitation professionals are going to be able to return her to functioning enough to return her to her home and independence, but we are at least equally fearful that will not be possible. It is a continuous drain on all of us, but for t it is pretty devastating.



Then, for whatever reason, swan is really struggling with her return to school this year. She is enjoying her new class. She has one of her larger classes ever and it comes to her with a reputation of being a class of "bad kids"... a whole group of recalcitrant, incorrigible, bad sixth grade boys and girls. She is thrilled. They are her favorite type of kids, and so far she has them enthralled, engaged, and eating directly from her hand. The previous year's teachers are in awe, in that they considered leaving their teaching careers from dealing with this bunch (perhaps not a bad idea if they have fifth graders who can hornswoggle them:) Yet she is missing our more leisurely summer schedule with lots of time for her to take care of me, walks, touching, sex, spanking, intimacy, etc. She has it in her head that what with my lacking her full attention I will be lost to another. She is making noises about being unworthy to have me, that I should get a "real woman," etc. This is a cyclical issue, and if it continues she may well find herself receiving the reassurance she was granted back in 2007, and which is documented in this series of posts:

March 31,2007
April 1,2007
April 2, 2007

Sunday morning I was ready to spank and reconnect sexually. I was hoping too to reassure her. I decided to photograph this session.



Here you see her pre-session picture. I have often thought as I took after spanking pics that you should be able to see what a glorious sight swan is in position submitting to a blistering,and I have regretted not capturing that preliminary image. This time I have remedied that oversight.


Fairly early on in her session, after some hand spanking and a paddling with the leather side of the fur paddle she freaked out, slipping down off the couch and out of position. I quite firmly required her to get back into position and then fetched wrist cuffs and our spreader bar. Once restrained, she never "budged" from position again.

You can see here the repertoire of spanking implements I collected to use prior to this session.

They were all employed at least once....some more than once. Besides that as we progressed I added both the signal whip (fifty licks) and the (if you read here regularly, you know hysterically fearfully anticipated) new rubber bull whip (12 licks). She was remarkably stoic....even for her.

The aftermath picture below does not do justice to swan's bottom post session. She'd had a heroic blistering. Just as we finished, t arrived home from staying overnight at her mother's so she could visit her Saturday night and Sunday morning. She really cringed when she saw her sister heart's bottom and the array of implements she had been whipped with when she walked in on us.

I am feeling that swan needs the reassurance that spanking and perhaps even serious discipline instill for her to recover her faith in us, and more importantly, in herself. Work. work, work, ... a sadist Master's work is never done, but challenging as it may be I will rise to the occasion.

~~You were awesome in your session my sweet, and I loved the wonder of your submission. You are now and will remain Mine Always and All Ways, no matter what comes.~~

All the best everyone,

Tom

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