Meeting Diane
In fact, I saw her spanking as a holy sacrament along the lines of Yom Kippur – the Jewish Day of Atonement. Yom Kippur always ends with an extended blast of the shofar (ram’s horn) called a “tekiah gedolah”. I’m an old pro at blowing the shofar, having done so every High Holy Day season for over 30 years. I always begin that final shofar blast very softly, but growing louder and louder with each passing moment. By the time the blast is about to end, some sixty seconds or more after I began (yes, on a single breath), it is ear-piercingly loud. This application of the hairbrush was to be the “tekiah gedolah” of spankings.
I began with relatively light spanks paced a good 10 seconds apart. Of course, considering how sore she already was, even that application of the brush was pretty intense for her. I kept up a steady cadence with the brush and little by little, increased both the intensity and frequency of the spanks, all the while encouraging her to breathe deeply and just let it all out in as loving a voice as I knew how. It worked. Within a few minutes, the tears finally began to flow.
Slowly at first, but by the time I worked up to a pace of one hard stroke per second, she was freely kicking her legs, pounding her fists on the bed and bawling her eyes out. I know when it’s me getting spanked, this is the Moment of Truth when the dam is about to burst, but I need a final push to get through. So I pushed. Spanking her as hard and as fast as I could. All this time, I kept encouraging her. “It’s OK sweetie. Just let it out. Let all that pain and hurt out. You can do it. It’s OK,” I said to her over and over.
And then it was over. The bawling quieted down to soft sobbing. I put down the brush and just rubbed her back and bottom, whispering in her ear how proud I was of her and that it was all over now and all was forgiven. She wrapped her arms around me and I just held her in my arms, gently rocking her and telling her how special she was to me. I felt honored that she allowed me to help her with this release. I sat her up and brought her a cool drink of water to help her ground and re-hydrate.
“Thanks, I really needed that,” she said.
“The spanking or the drink?”
“Both!” she laughed.
A few minutes later, she yanked my boxers down and patted her lap. “I believe there are one or two things you and I need to have a Serious Discussion about, young man,” she said with a wicked grin on her face.
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