Pretty Punished

My naughty and insolent acts have earned me a sctrict double punishment, and I am made to confess to my disobedience and tearfully bare my bottom and ask for a long and severe chastisement. I don’t have long to wait as I am ordered to bend over the sofa arm, immediately the large slipper is raised high and slapped down hard across my bare cheeks. The stinging smacking continues, again and again as I sob and repent, but nothing saves me from a spanking. After a long hard whacking my big bottom is red and sore, and I am permitted to rub it and cry for a minute before my second disciplinarian has a turn.

He produces the bath brush, and I frantically beg for my arse, pleading not to be spanked more. But the cruel wooden brush begins to punish my wobbling buttocks right away, as I howl and wail in agony and dispair. It burns my bum cheeks horribly, the sting is awful and I would do anything to avoid the next hard smack of the wood. Eventually I must surrender my swollen arse to punishment and simply weep and pray for my paddled plumps.

My paddling is over but I still have a long discipline session ahead, and I am immediately sentenced to a large hot enema which I beg to be spared. But the enema bag is hung high and despite my utter humiliation one man spreads my tender botty open while another inserts the greased nozzle into my rectum. The flow begins and I simply lie there and sob, my bowels becoming very full and cramping. When the nozzle is removed I am ordered to hold it while enduring genital inspection. The strain of holding it is dreadful but I must do it while hands spread my privates and begin to prod my clit and pussy hole, my legs trembling as I realise that I will be found to be shamefully aroused and most likely be sodomised by them both and given a double anal creampie. My poor anus will be ruined!

I am indeed found to be naughty and sentenced to anal punishment, and a pussy cropping. But I am allowed to go and release my enema. Anus already stinging from the soap and sobbing quietly I lower myself into position, botty raised to receive my sentence.

My first disciplinarian announces his decision, the thick leather punishment strap. I plead no, no, not on my blistered arse! I tremble as it is raised above my buttocks, then scream as it lashes down. It is the worst whipping of my life, on an already thrashed backside, given without mercy. My cheeks bounce and wobble and turn purple, I am broken underneath the leather, wailing constantly and praying for my ass.

As always I was made to bare and present my big white bottom to hear my sentence. For disobedience I was promised a very hard smacking with the bathbrush, followed by anal punishment and humiliation and as if that wasn’t enough, twelve cruel strokes from the whippy cane. I begged and begged, I could accept a walloping with the brush (miserable though it may be) but I would learn my lesson and not need to be interfered with in my bum hole or feel the terrible sting of the thin cane across my cheeks. I pleaded for the lighter sentence but my chastisement had been decided. Whimpering, I raised and prepared my buttocks for the brush.

The solid brush began to whack my bare bottom hard, beginning my punishment and soon I surrendered to sobbing and pleading for my arse. The solid wood spanked me over and over again, I lost count of the number of times so my botty simply became a blur of pain. Suffering under the brush, I promised to be a good girl if only the terrible smacking would stop... but spankings do not end when the subject wants them do! So the evil thing continued to burn my fat wobbling bottom with each crack, oh it hurts so bad! I wailed and cried like a naughty child having their bum smacked, which is what I felt like. Finally my arse had been roasted enough, and I was allowed a moment to hold my swollen paddled plumps and sob miserably. My young buttocks were bright red, bruised at the sit spots and so very sore and aching. This was a severe spanking indeed... but I had more punishment to come.

I was made to present my bare bum cheeks and informed that I would be chastised severely with the bath brush and the belt. While I had escaped full sodomy my anus would be disciplined also. I begged for my bottom, wanting to escape the strap and rectal humiliation, but as always my sentace was final.

My spanking began with the brush on my big wobbling arse, it smacked each cheek at least a hundred times and the infernal sting made me weep and plead. The terrible bath brush whacked down hard on my poor bare bum cheeks as I wailed, the burning was so intense and wasn’t stopping! There was nothing I could do but surrender to punishment.

Finally my swollen red arse was allowed a moment of relief, already I’d been spanked severely and my ordeal was not over. I had to prepare for the strap, raising my poor trembling buttocks for the leather and knowing that there was no escape.

The belt was cracked across my fat bottom and my sobbing increased, purple welts were laid across my flesh again and again. Each lash burned my cheeks horribly and made me cry out in pain. If you have never suffered the strap you are lucky indeed! The punishment continued, purpling my buttocks and punishing me without mercy.

My belting ceased after what seemed like a lifetime of thrashing, I sobbed and clutched my swollen red and purple bottom. I begged to be spared anal discipline, I made the frantic case that I had been chastised thouroughly and would not be naughty again, that my spanked sore arse had taught me the lesson and that my anus need not suffer. All in vain!