Failure is not an option part 2

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When the timer beeped, I turned and walked over to the table, bending myself over it, and reaching for the other side. I felt the strap being placed on my back, then the plug being pulled out. “Now, keeping count again, this time, every three lashes, you will count down each point, so after the first three, you will say ‘79’, then ‘78’ after the next three, etc. Clear?”

“Clear, ma’am.” The strap was taken off my back, and then WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! raised the heat on my cheeks from the left to the right side. “79, ma’am.” WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! “78, ma’am.” WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! “77, ma’am!” I heard the squeak of pain entering my voice at that point, and there was a lot to go yet. After the two sets that brought me down to “75, ma’am!”, she switched sides and started applying WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! from the right to the left. I was raising myself on the balls of my feet for the next few, and digging my fingers into the edge of the table. By the time I called out “70, ma’am!”, I was crying and there was the thickness of sobs in my voice. At the tap of her hand on my tailbone, I reached back again (quite reluctantly this time) and pulled my very hot cheeks apart so she could push the plug in again. I then stood up and went back into the corner, where I spent the 20 minutes wiping my eyes and trying to calm down.

The timer beeped again, and I left the corner and went over to the couch, laying myself over the back of it. I felt the plug being removed again, and braced myself for the paddle. It arrived very soon, CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! on my left cheek, bringing fresh tears and “69, ma’am!”. CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! on the right, “6-68, ma’am!” CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! on my left thigh, “67, ma’am!” CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! on the right thigh, “66, ma’am!” CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! from the top of my left cheek to the top of my left thigh, “6-65, ma’am!”, and CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! matching the line onto my right cheek and thigh, “S-s-s-64, m-ma’am!” was choked out through my sobs. The tap on my tailbone went unanswered for a moment (I reeeeealllllly didn’t want to reach back and grab my cheeks at this point!), but I reached back quickly when I felt her hand slam down onto the middle of my sit-spot, with a yelp that continued as I grasped my very hot, very tender cheeks to pull them apart. Once the plug was in, I straightened up slowly (my butt really hurt) and went to my place in the corner.

A few minutes later, she called me out of the corner, and I turned to see her sitting on the lounger section of the couch. “Come here.” I walked over, still wiping my tears, and she looked at me with a smile. “How are you going to thank me for your punishment?” Trying to not smile, I knelt in front of the lounger as she reclined, raised her skirt, pushed her legs back, and began to lick and suck on her very wet pussy. I tongued her to two orgasms, enjoying the sweet and salty taste of her, then moved back when she pushed my head away. “Over.” I laid myself over the lounger and relaxed as I felt her fingers begin to rub cold, soothing cream into my sore cheeks.