surrender

Originally posted on Yahoo 360 on Sunday October 7, 2007 - 02:21pm (CDT)

Men fix things. It's what we do. We brake something we try to fix it. This gets us in trouble with women. Moms,Wives,girlfriends, most definately mistresses. When a woman is mad a man should do two things shutup, and listen. When she is ready she will let you know what you did wrong, and how to fix it. In the case of Mistress they will fix you. from now on when Mistress is mad I will have nothing to say, except yes maam, and no maam. I surrender mistress..

I made the mistake (again) of trying to explain myself during a scolding from Mistress.Conversation over. I was dismissed. Mistress had had enough.

Hours later I was back in the same scolding. Told to shut up, and listen. After a brief dangerously quiet scolding told to get the rod, and the paddle out of my toybox, and get my pants off. I was scared. I could tell by Mistresses attitude I was in serious trouble. i was right, and scared for good reason.

Mistress took that rod to my bare bottom hard for fifty strokes. I began whimpering, and gasping. She switched to the paddle, and spanked the welts she just whipped onto my bottom! Oh god!! It hurt. It burned.I started sobbing as the paddle was replaced by the rod again, and fire was applied to my backside. Nothing I have hurts like that plastic switch. Sometimes I don't think I can stand much more of it. But I do. Breaking position or trying to evade punnishment is not an option. The rod was put down, and the paddle used again on the fiery welts . I was suspended in time. This spanking was never going to end. I began to wail in ernest. "oh please!" i said very meekly. Mistress picked up the rod again, and began on my thighs.

That rod set the backs of my thighs on fire! It's an incredibly intense implement. I began to seriously beg. Mistress switched to a 1/4 inch thick wooden spatula, and whipped the hot red welts on my thighs. And so it went. Fifty with the rod, and fifty with the spatula. This was an attitude adjustment. And her point was going to be made.

I cried. I begged. I finally broke down, and just wailed.."I'll be good!! I'll be good!! Oh please!! I'll be good!!" When she was satisfied with the work she was doing there She switched to another favorite of hers, the candy strap. (About a foot and a half of a braided plastic jump rope) She whipped the inside of each thigh fifty strokes. I was incohernt by this time. Blubbering,crying, and I had developed the hiccups. After fifty strokes with the spatula. it was over. i was told to put my toys away. I was allowed to rub. I continued to cry, and whimper for some time. And I sobbed. "I'm sorry mistress!" "I won't argue with you anymore!"

Mistress told me it was alright now. it was all over. That i was her goodboy,and that she loved me very very much. I hicupped.

But I understand Mistress. I surrender. I won't argue with you anymore. i am sorry, and ashamed.

submissively,

Terry