SWAT (hard punishment)

[reddevil68]

I had been bothering my wife for a spanking for a few days and she was getting tired of it. Finally she had enough and told me I was going to be sorry for asking. She told me to get the implements, lay them out, get six dice, and to strip down to my underwear and wait on the large chair in the living room. She disappeared upstairs and I did as instructed, heart beating quickly… anticipation and fear.

Most of that anticipation turned to fear as I saw her appear on the stairs. As she descended I heard her boots and as she turned the corner, I saw her outfit. She had donned a skin-tight “SWAT” outfit with thigh-high leather boots, and they were laced all the way up. She had a serious look on her face.

“Stand up”, she said… and I did, quickly. She whipped my underwear down and I stepped out of them. I leaned forward to give her a kiss, and she pushed me back by the chest and said, “No loving now boy, you’ve earned a beating and you’re going to get one. Turn around and get on the chair, knees down, chest on the top of the armchair, ass out… the faster the better”. She reached over to the table of implements and got the leather slapper… she slapped it against her hand and asked me if I was ready. I said, “I don’t know what’s coming, how can I be ready”? She said, “I hope you’re a little scared, I sure would be”… and she began spanking my bare behind with the leather slapper. I was shocked by how hard she started out as she normally went gentle at the start and this time she started medium and got more severe quickly. She smacked my ass hundreds of times, perhaps three or four hundred times. Over the course of 5-10 minutes she was merciless and by the time her arm tired, I was sweating, whining, and begging.

She returned the slapper to the table and said, “You’ll be rolling four dice for the number of swats. These will be near full strength and we will go through every implement on this table. After the first round, you’ll roll five dice and we will go through again, and then six. Again, these will be near full strength, you will get no mercy and no breaks, and if you roll slow, I will whip you with the Tearjerker until you roll. When this main punishment phase is over you will get 75 full strength strokes with the fraternity paddle and 75 with the lexan paddle. Finally, you will be tied down and you will be given four dice worth of whatever implement I choose. Do you understand”? I whimpered and gave a begging utterance and she smacked my already red ass hard and said, “I asked you if you understand”. I nodded and she handed me four dice.

She picked up the first implement, a long slapper stick and I rolled…11. She said, “You better count, because I will be concentrating on hitting you square and hard”. And she swung… CRACK. The first one landed and I knew this was going to be a very harsh punishment and a very long afternoon. It turned out, I had no idea. I yelped, “ONE”… and she continued as I yelped numbers she spanked. Spanking stick, leather slapper, riding crop, plastic loop, rattan cane, Tearjerker cane, knotted flogger, dragon whip, fraternity paddle, lexan paddle, knotted crop, and the heavy strap… first round was complete and I was shaking and crying… sweating up a storm and my ass felt like it was bruised and burning. I begged for that to be it, and she cut me with the Tearjerker and asked if I wanted to keep complaining. I said, “no” in a shaky voice and she handed me five dice. We began running the table in reverse, five dice worth of swats at a time. It was brutal as I occasionally rolled high numbers for harsh implements and by the time we got to the end of the round, I was bruising and turning purple. My wife looked at my ass and said, “You’ll feel this for a long time, and that’s good. I haven’t broken your skin yet, but I intend to”. She then handed me six dice. I swear she began hitting even harder. She is a sturdy woman with a strong arm, and she made use of her arm and her hips as she took it to my ass. As we neared the end she continued to make commentary on how much my ass would hurt the next week, how I would not be able to sit down, and how I would be surprised by what was coming next. We finished six dice and I could hardly stay in position. My wife had to instruct me to get back into position more than once, and that earned extra swats. I finished and stayed in position, shaking, sweating and sobbing. My wife said, “I need water and a rest. Go stand in the corner for five minutes. Clasp your hands behind your head so I can see your purple ass while I rest”. I stood in the corner and she got herself water and sat down. Five minutes later she said, “Time for the heavy paddles. I feel really sorry for you, because this is going to bruise and hurt… but you’ve been asking for it, and now you’re going to get it. Now, assume the position in the chair”. She took her panties off under the tight skirt, wadded them up and put them in my mouth, “Here, bite on this to quiet your screaming. Drop them and it will be another 25 strokes”.

I got in the chair, on my knees, shaking almost uncontrollably and pressed my sweating vulnerable ass back toward my stern wife who had just picked up the fraternity paddle. It is 18” long with the handle, ½” thick, 4” wide and has holes in it. She hefted it, said, “You poor thing… brace yourself”, and she swung. She hadn’t ever hit me quite that hard and I leaped forward and scream into her panties. She said, “press your ass back and take your beating or I will give you far worse… but I will count these because there is no way you can under this assault”. She continued, “two, three, four”… one every second or so as I continuously screamed into the panties. 75 seemed like forever but it was a minute or two. “Your bare ass is bleeding in a couple places hon, are you happy you asked for this”? I sobbed and said, “I love getting spanked but this is too hard”… and she chuckled and then picked up the lexan paddle. ¼” thick, 4” wide, 16” long, this was a stinger and heavy. “I’m going to have to wash this paddle when we are done hon, because it is going to tear your broken ass up. Bite down and steel yourself, take your swats like a man. We are almost done with this phase”. And she began, heavy sharp strokes that stung and fell hard. She counted and I begged, screamed, and sobbed for the next two minutes while she mercilessly beat me, but I did not drop the panties. When she finished, she told me to stand up and she washed my behind with a washcloth and took pictures of my broken ass. I thought we were done, but she said, “Remember that we have the brutal finish remaining and you’ll be tied down because otherwise you’ll opt out, and that’s not an option”. I begged and she shot me a look that shut me up.

She walked me outside and put my leather handcuffs on me and followed with my leather ankle cuffs. She rarely does this so I was a bit worried. She chained my legs apart while I was standing in the frame of our gazebo and she raised my arms and tied them up to the frame as well. Here I am in an “X” shape standing outside on our deck in the country and it is cold outside! She disappeared into the house and returned with a long whip that I used to train horses! It was a 42” thick cane with a 4’ leather braided whip on it. She rolled dice in front of me and it came up 20… bad luck and she said so. She positioned herself behind me and off to the side, and she slashed my back and ass… and she kept going. She yelled, “Go ahead and scream baby, no one will hear you”! Twenty strokes and my ass was on fire. I was dancing and screaming and hung loosely in my bonds when she finished. She undid my hands and left my ankles chained and I asked why. She said, “I don’t want you to retaliate… and you know what? I want to make sure you are broken as well”, and she pushed the deck table in front of me and bent me over it. My ankles trapped to the deck, she stretched my body across the table and tied my wrist down. I was bent over, stretched out on a heavy iron table, my ass sticking out and she took the whip off of the 42” heavy crop and took up position again. “Ok hon, this is going to be hell but you have to take it. Go ahead and scream your lungs out because I am going to take you back inside and take care of you after this”. “How many strokes”? I screamed. “As many as I decide” and she began. These were brutal firey strikes, heavy and burning and she gave me at least 25. As permitted, I screamed like a little girl as she beat me. When she was done I couldn’t even stand up when she was done. She said, “I’ll run you a bath for recovery. Meet me in the bathroom when you can walk”.