"yes Master, I'm ready."
"okay, I am going to start. Don't worry about counting or anything, just focus on how each spank is taking away a chunk of your guilt from the match." He nodded as I brought my hand up and brought it down in a moderate smack. I kept up with alternating slow and fast moderate smacks as a warmup. After a couple minutes I increased the intensity to hard, fast smacks. Randy was mostly silent, as he usually was. After a few minutes of silence, I knew it was time to up it once again. I casually raised my knee, which exposed his sit spots more, bringing my hand down even harder but at a slower pace, making sure he could really feel each hit. That was the last straw for him. "oww… hurts sir… im sorry" I know, baby, we'll be done soon, just let go. I lessened the strength now, opting for softer, faster smacks. The quick change in pace is what did it. "oooo, please sir…. No more… oww" I could hear in his voice he was almost at his breaking point so I stopped and began rubbing his back. shhhhh its ok. Take a deep breath and we can move into your final position.
I let him calm down for a few minutes before he stood up and went over to the couch, taking that positon. "Master?"
"yes pet?"
"what implement are you going to use sir?"
"I will be using the ruler."
"yes sir. How many hits?"
"no set number, just until I feel like you have released your guilt."
"okay sir. Im ready," he took a deep breath.
"good boy. Almost done." I went to the desk and pulled out the wooden ruler before walking up behind him. "Okay, when I decide we are finished, all of this will be in the past and you will finally be free of your guilt. Are you ready?" he nodded. I started by tapping the spot where I was planning to strike first a few times before finally bringing it all the way back and slamming it back down with a CRACK against his right cheek. Owww he exclaimed! More from the initial shock than the actual pain. I started alternating right and left cheeks. CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK. By this point I could tell it was time to wrap this up. "Final 10 boy. I want you to count for me.
These I aimed across his sit spots, full force but at a very slow tempo, allowing him to feel each hit.
1 sir
2 sir
3 sir im soorry
4 sir so sorry
5 sir oww please
6 sir, sorry, no more
7 sir forgive me
8 Master im so sorry
9 Master I love you. He broke down crying, body slumped over the couch, finally relieved that it was nearly over and we could move on now.
10 master… he managed to get out after a minute of trying to catch his breath.
I pulled him back from the couch and wrapped in a tight hug, not letting go. "I'm so proud of you baby. You too all of that so well. Its all over now. You're forgiven. I love you Randy. You're okay. I've got you…." I kept whispering little encouragements to him until he calmed down enough to talk.
"may I speak master?"
"of course my love. We're done with the strictness for now,"
"I feel better, like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Thank you for doing that for me. I love you so much and i'm so sorry I hurt you out there."
"hey its okay love. I forgive you. There's no need to apologize anymore." I motioned us down onto the couch so I could just hold him and let him calm down for as long as he needed.