"Get Me the Cutting Board"

"Get me the cutting board".

I'd been fetching things for him most of the evening, and so pleased to have him home again, but when I heard that one I figured it was going to be a special night.

It is not just any cutting board, but a heavy one with a handle which is only for spankings, not food.  We keep it in the kitchen.

I bent over a kitchen chair and he paddled me, pausing now and then for a stroke, but never, not yet, touching my eager wet pussy.

I'd have to wait for that.

In between paddlings I was on my knees sucking him.

When we went upstairs, he took up one of the new switches I'd made for him, a very thin springy one, and began lashing my ass and thighs with it.  It hurt a lot, but then he made me come.  After a few minutes recovery time I was wanting more of that kind of hurt again.  He had me lie on the bed for a caning with a stouter switch.  I had been craving this all day, needing some of this pleasure and pain again.  

When he rolled me over and took me I was already in ecstasy from the beatings.   He let me come over and over, with and without the magic wand, and then fucked me long and hard from behind as I gripped the blankets and just held on for the ride.

I have a picture.  This was all from the switch.

 I love having marks to look at.

 Now I can't wait to get more of the same again.