After the demise of our original pine Spencer Paddle (as related in my earlier post “Over Again”), I’ve now had a couple of experiences on the receiving end of its much more substantial replacement. In each case, DW has taken advantage of a holiday period for the “running in” of her new implement, so to speak.

My first paddling with DW’s brand new oak Spencer Paddle came on the eve of a public holiday back in late April when the rest of the family happened to have left us to ourselves for the night. My first serious inkling that a spanking was in the offing came late in the afternoon when DW sent me off to the bedroom for a change into panties and some lightweight track pants, “… so they can be easily pulled down when I’m ready to spank you”. Some 5 minutes later I’d returned to my desk in the office having changed in accordance with DW’s instructions.

“So what colour panties are you wearing?”

“Monday’s panties are red Ma’am.”

“Umm… it sounds like the colour of your butt will shortly be matching them.”

However, it was only after another two hours’ of work at her computer that DW pushed back from her desk and wandered out of the office for a break. When she returned soon afterwards it became apparent that this break was also to include the promised spanking. It was only once I’d lowered my track pants and presented my panty-covered backside in a well bent-over position, that the reason for the spanking was explained. DW reminded me of a specific request she’d made on Sunday that I help with the preparation of a rather large and heavy item for shipment on Monday. In the end the request had been forgotten, and DW and her casual staff member had been left to package the item themselves – with some difficulty and in some haste on Monday morning. While in the process of this reminder, DW had taken up the new paddle and was rubbing it sideways across my vulnerable, nylon-covered butt.

As DW started to apply some pretty solid strokes, it was quickly becoming apparent that this paddle bestowed a quite different character of pain to that of its predecessor. Whilst there could be no denying the VERY severe sting from the impact of each stroke, the additional density of the oak and its slightly greater thickness also wrought a much more deep-seated feeling that this was also to be a very bruising encounter – despite the fact that DW appeared to be exercising some initial caution in her application of this new instrument for my punishment.
After she had administered fifty strokes across both cheeks, DW decided that it was time to lower my panties and inspect her progress to date. This she did by running her finger down my back, hooking it into the waistband and simply following through until they were down to knee-level. After then running her hands gently over the target area, my sharp reaction to her sudden grab of each cheek confirmed immediately to both of us the now very tender state of my backside. Another twenty somewhat stronger strokes my now bare cheeks then followed in fairly quick succession.

“Stay there.”

Just for good measure, DW had also brought the hairbrush into the office. After briefly rubbing its cool smooth back across my bare backside, she launched into a set of what turned out to be 20 absolute stingers that REALLY gained my attention. It seems to me that whenever DW has swapped from the paddle to the much lighter hairbrush, she tends to put much more “wrist” into each stroke – and my butt pays the penalty.

Still not content, DW re-applied the paddle for a further 20 hard strokes that rounded out my counting to 110 in total.

Then, after she had indicating that I was permitted to stand, DW added, “You are to remain in panties tonight and for the holiday tomorrow. Do you understand?”

“Yes Ma’am”, I replied somewhat breathlessly.

“That’s good Mister!”

The christening of the new paddle came a little later when, in response to one of DW’s characteristic queries about the state of my butt, the best description that I could come up with was “thoroughly tenderised”. After that, DW didn’t need to think twice about the name of her new implement for my discipline!

Even more ominous was the still tenderly aching state of my backside some 3 days later, even when seated on my normally very comfortable office chair.