Each spank hurt more than the last one. I felt like I was being burned alive from my bottom. I started whimpering and realized my erection had completely faded, there wasn’t anything pleasing about this. I was suddenly very aware and convinced that I was getting spanked as a naughty child, not as some fetish with a lover.

I couldn’t take anymore, I screamed aloud and tried to roll off her lap, but she caught me with her arms and hoisted me over her left thigh while she wrapped her legs around my legs. With her left hand, she firmly held my right wrist to my hip and resumed spanking me hard over and over. All the while I screamed. This was not at all what I thought it would be like. Tears started streaming down my face.

"Stop!" I could barely muster out. I screamed, "Please!"

A quick "Shh!" was all she responded with and continued spanking my bottom hard.

I had had enough of this. I squirmed my body, jerking on my arms, but I was held firmly in place. I couldn’t budge an inch anywhere and helplessly laid there while she held me down and ruthlessly spanked me. How was she so much stronger than me?

She struck hard and fast, there was no letting up, no breaks, not even brief pauses. She would focus on one cheek for a while and then switch to the other, then she would switch cheeks with every spank before focusing on a single one again. After a while, I don’t know how long, she stopped. I was able to turn my head and look behind to see her, she was waving her hand and blowing on it. I could see it was beet red. Thank god, she must have been done.

Instead, she switched the hand holding my right wrist, gripping it now with her beet red right hand, and began spanking me with fresh vigor with her left hand. Each spank reverberated loudly throughout the room and I didn’t feel any excitement from it as I had when I dreamed about it. I just found it deafening and humiliating.

I had to do something to stop this. My right arm was incapacitated as she held it down with her right hand, but my left arm was relatively free, it was just behind her and squished into the couch. It was silly and insignificant, but I was able to twist it enough so that I could pinch her on the side of the bum.

Wrong move.

First, she stopped spanking me, so I was successful there, but she grabbed my left hand, easily overpowering me and bending my arm to put my fingers in her mouth. She bit down hard. I wasn’t even able to scream, I was so out of breath and in so much pain. My mouth just gaped open silently as drool dripped out. She didn’t let go, she almost started chewing on my fingers as she continued spanking me for god knows how long.

I could smell her sweat.

What was happening?! This wasn’t playful, this wasn’t silly, I don’t think this was even legal! I think if I explained this to the police they’d arrest her. I realized that was my only option, without thinking I cried out for help.

"Somebody! Please! Help me!" I screamed.

She stopped spanking me, spat out my ruined hand, now entirely covered in large teeth marks and bleeding, and cackled, "Oh Danny, if anyone can hear you now they can hear what else is happening and know you're just being a disobedient little boy."

Elizabeth started spanking me at a super speed, it sounded like a bicycle with cards in the wheels.

"Go on!" she screamed excitedly. "Cry for more help, see what happens!"

I didn’t want to upset her further so I kept my mouth shut as she pillaged my rear end.

Elizabeth slowed her rhythm down and started lifting her hand high in the air before coming down harder than she had yet to hit me. She continued this way, making a grunting sound like a tennis player each time she struck me with these power spanks. Each time more tears gushed out of my eyes and I screamed so loud I worried Mom would hear me down the street.

I didn’t know if it was possible to be spanked to death, or to spank someone enough to swell the skin to break and bleed, but I found out the latter was indeed possible.

"You’re bleeding, Danny." she said when she stopped spanking me.

Bleeding didn’t sound ideal but at least she was done spanking me. As soon as she let go of my wrist I started rubbing my sorely beaten bottom. Sure enough I could feel blood on my fingers from my right buttcheek.

"Yes, right there. Go to the bathroom and bring me the bandages." she ordered.

I could barely walk and each step I took hurt, but I made it to the bathroom and came back with the bandages that I handed to her. She looked at me, pointing down on her lap, with a look of impatient surprise on her face at me not knowing to get back into position. I guess she was going to put the bandages on me, it would probably be easier than me trying to apply them myself.

I lay over her lap, sobbing, while she put bandages over my bleeding bottom.

"Shh!" she ordered me silent again but I couldn’t stop crying. She impatiently added, "Okay, Danny, if you aren’t going to be quiet and keep crying like a little baby, you are going to lay there like a little baby. Put your thumb in your mouth."

Was she serious? I didn’t want her to get more upset and start spanking me again, so I obediently put my right thumb in my mouth. For what it’s worth, even though I was still crying, it did make me cry quietly. My thumb in my mouth reminded me of Elizabeth’s large nipples when she fed me. I tried closing my eyes and pretended I was sucking on one of her large nipples, it was calming.

Elizabeth finished triaging my bottom, I assumed she would let me go now, but I stayed still and waited for her instruction. It wasn’t until this moment that I realized my bare bottom was staring her in the face and that was embarrassing enough to be a punishment of its own. There was nothing sexy or pleasurable about this, and I just felt shame exposed over her lap like this. My bottom had to be purple by now, if there was any part of her that enjoyed this, she must have been quite satisfied with herself.

"Well, Danny, you brought me the bandages promptly and you put your thumb in your mouth like a good little boy quickly, so I would say the spanking has been effective." she said thoughtfully. Adding with a smile, "I will be sure to utilize this method on you going forward."

Another spanking?! Hell no! Never again! I tried to speak, forgetting my thumb was in my mouth and just made a mumbling sound.

"Take your thumb out of your mouth, dum-dum!" Elizabeth cackled out.

"No, please! I’ll be a good boy, I swear!" I helplessly pleaded. I don’t know why I talked like that, I just wanted to please her so she wouldn’t spank my bottom again, so I played her game and used her language. Too late. A hard spank came down on my bandaged bottom.

"That’s already a lie!" she yelled, her smile gone and anger resumed. "You pinched me even during your spanking. Don’t think I’d forgotten about that!"

She spanked me three more times using her long strided power strikes. These were the most painful of the night. Having that moment for my bum to breathe, and the bleeding to stop, healed my wounds just enough so that each new spank was a fresh awakening.

Elizabeth began spanking me uncontrollably in a fit of rage.

"And of all places, Daniel!" she growled out, grim faced.

The pain was extraordinary, I started crying again. I didn’t know what else to do, I put my thumb back in my mouth. I tried pretending I was feeding again, but the flurry of spanks were too unbearable. I just lay there sobbing, sucking on my thumb, and very aware it was just my thumb I was sucking on.

I lost track of time, but my thumb felt spongy in my mouth. Elizabeth was tired, she weazed out giving me the last few slow, long strided strikes on my battered bottom. After she had finally stopped, she pushed me off her lap onto the floor. I had no strength left, any movement caused me pain so I just lay there sobbing, my thumb still in my mouth. She stood up and grabbed my ear again, twisting tightly, this time dragging me as I quickly crawled beside her on our way to the tile floored kitchen.

"Sit! On your bum." She jerked my knees into my chest as I sat with my bum on the floor. She then pulled my arms so they wrapped around my legs and I sat there in the fetal position, it amplified the pain I was feeling. Tears continued to pour down my cheeks.

I can’t remember the last time I cried like this. I was angry at myself for crying and even more upset with myself for thinking I wanted this. I started wailing out loudly like a little child.

"Enough!" she barked as she slapped me in the face. "Put your thumb back in your mouth."

I shut myself up with my thumb and tried to sit quietly, but I was in so much pain and so humiliated, I continued sobbing.

"I want you to stay there until I say you can move. You will go to bed tonight without dinner and, so help me god, if you are late again tomorrow morning for breakfast, I am going to use the hairbrush on you."

For the first time ever, I was early the next morning.

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