Punished

Early last evening, before dinner, we had a few moments we knew we would be alone in the house.  Mistress looked at me and said "let's go and get this spanking out of the way".  She led me into the bedroom and locked the door, then led me into the close where she keeps her paddle.  I followed and immediately upon entering the closet, I removed my shorts and underwear.  As is the case, that moment right before getting my punishment spanking is cause for much anxiety.  Mistress has been more and strict and severe with her spankings recently.

She ordered me to stand against the wall at the far end of the closet and took her position behind me and started right in on spanking me.  There was no tenderness.  There was no warm up.  She told me to massage my balls which had been firmly encased in the splitter cock ring all day and to stroke my cock while I was being spanked.  Mistress could tell from my recoiling and my complaining that it was hurting pretty good.  Mistress told me to be quiet and that we didn't have much time. In no time my bottom was really stinging and it had Mistress asking me if I was sorry.  I told her I was so very sorry and began to plead with her to stop.  I begged while she continued to bring the paddle down to meet my red ass.  While still spanking and at what turned out to be near the end of my spanking, Mistress would ask if I thought I could take any more.  I didn't answer.  She asked me again if I thought I could take any more.  I still didn't answer.  Mistress finally stopped and told to sit up on my knees so she could hold me and I could hold her.  This has always been a favorite moment for me because it when is feel super close of Mistress.  There is just something so very special being naked with a burning ass and in an intimate embrace with my Mistress while she is telling me how much she loves me.  It is a very vulnerable moment that we have together that I truly cherish!

After it was over, Mistress made me look at my very red ass in the mirror.  I did and it was very, very red.  As we were returning to the living room to wait for our children to return from the neighbors house, I asked Mistress why she asked if I could take any more.  She didn't answer.  She just grinned at me then kissed me gently.  I told that I wasn't trying to be defiant by not answering when she asked, it's just that I was afraid to give the wrong answer.  I felt that both a yes or no answer would be disrespectful to her.  It was at that very moment when the correct answer occurred to me.  I told Mistress that "whether nor not I was capable of taking more hard spankings was not something for me to decide".   She just smiled and walked toward the kitchen.  While we were still waiting for our kids, I had a very strong urge to reveal to Mistress K. that I felt that I needed to be truly punished more often.  She just smiled and said "OK" with a small smirk on her face.  Just then the kids came running in the door.