Paddling Miss Daizy

This is the story of Daisy’s second spanking, about a month after her first, the pictures of the punished bottom is of a lady who suffered the kind of spanking with the same kind of brush, Daizy’s bottom was much worse, she sent pictures of it but they were lost. After her first spanking Daizy was all to pieces, embarrassed, humiliated, subserviant, and she said it would always scar her. We seen each other a couple of times after her first otk, it was hot as fuck to see the brush marks on her ass. About a month later, we had slowed down and we started arguing on the phone, eventually I got mad and told her I was coming over tomorrow and giving her a spanking, and wear a skirt, it will be easier on you,the response shocked me, she replied “ it will have to be early, I’m going with my girlfriend to the mall. I expected her to say no your not, or fuck off, she always made it easy. I told her I’d be there first thing in the am. I called her the next morning and she answered with are you coming over to show your dominance, I replied I’d be right over. At her house it took a minute for her to answer the door, when she open it she was in only a towel, she said she was getting out of the shower. She asked me if I wanted her to get dressed, when I told her yes her eyes dropped, she surely hoped to seduce me instead. As she was dressing I went to the kitchen, got the big wooden brush and put it on the table and turned one of her tall table chairs around and sat down. She came in to the room wearing a grey mini skirt and blouse, it turned me on to have this pretty professional lady dressing as instructed and about to go over my knee. What she didn’t know is that I knew she was being a bad girl, talking to someone else, seeing me, and her distant boyfriend thought all was well. Her face was priceless when she saw the brush, she came over and started to lay over one knee as she had before, I stopped her and she said, oh, how do you want me. I directed her over my lap and pulled her up positioning her head near the floor and legs not touching the floor. I talked to her a minute and went to raise her skirt, when I pulled her skirt up it shocked me, she was bare bottom and her bottom was a sight to see, I got instantly excited. Her ass was beautiful, plump, pale and soft and only spanked once before by me, her wearing a skirt and laying over my lap let me know her ass was mine. I said Daizy, your not wearing panties, she said in a giggling voice, well last time you just pulled them down. I told her to get up and get some panties, I remembered how embarrassed she was when I did it last time and was going to do it again. She got up and grudgingly went down the hall and returned. She came back and dove over my lap in perfect position, poking herself in the belly with my shaft. I was shocked again when I raised her skirt, I expected cotton white granny panties, instead she was wearing silky, shear, high cut panties, a deep red or burgundy which looked marvalous against her pale plump bottom. I started spanking her, firm steady, but not super hard. I spanked her harder and harder as we went, after several minutes she pleaded, almost in tears and asked for me to please stop spanking her, I said oh, I’ll be easier, and spanked her for several more minutes. She was sniffling when I stopped and leaned down towards her head and told her “Daizy, I’m going to paddle you and your going to count the licks” she replied sharply I’m not count them. I paused for a minute and leaned back down and said “Daizy, you are going to count the licks, do you understand me?” She replied, “ yes”. I pulled her panties down and picked up the brush and reminded her to count. I gave her the first swat, and I swung the brush hard, very hard, harder than she’s ever had it. She screamed “one!” and started crying. I gave her the second swat and she just kept crying, I was paddling her very hard. I asked for a number and she just kept crying, I don’t know why but I asked her if she wanted me to count for her, she nodded. So I counted for her and kept laying them on her, I had to keep pulling her panties back down because of her wiggling and I was trying to concentrate on her sit spot. After her ninth swat she was defeated, she wasn’t trying to get up, or asking me to stop, she was just laying there sobbing and weeping with her head near the floor and ass up in the air, which by now was the color of her panties. I gave her the tenth swat, and I’m sure she thought it was over. I pulled her panties down a little further, reached over and grabbed her by her wrist and pulled her in close, I had a tight grip on her waist, her hand and her other hand couldn’t help her cover up. Then I went to work on her ass, swinging the brush as hard and as fast as I could, and I didn’t stop, she did the only thing she could , scream., and I mean it was a blood curdling being murdered scream, at the top of her lungs and she didn’t stop, I remember it startled me but I didn’t stop either, she screamed time and time again and I kept swing the brush, all you could hear is her singing soprano and meat thuds. I finally stopped, after probably 20 swats, she jumped up mad, swinging, I just ducked and kind of giggled , I’d done what I’d came for, her ass tore apart. I went to put the brush up and she grabbed it and threw it away and said “ you don’t know what that feels like” I replied “ that’s what happens to bad girls” and left. She sent a photo of her ass about 7 hours later, it looked like hamburger with purple brush marks in in it, one mark on her bottom right cheek had a brush mark that looked like it had been branded into her skin, a perfect brush mark, raised about an inch high with a big white blister ring all the way around it with bloody spots in it. I’m sure she wanted me to feel bad for her and I replied “ looks like a job well done” It’s a common phrase in spanking about not being able to sit, but I really don’t know how she was able to sit on that bottom. It was a long ride to the mall, at least her panties were burgandy to cover the blood stains. I know for a fact this bad girl didn’t pull her panties down for nearly a month, she sent me another photo of her ass 10 days to 2 weeks later. Her ass was one big bruise, it literally looked like a blueberry. If her first spanking scarred her, I’m sure she’ll never forget her second, every time she hears the word spank, or paddle, she will remember her embarrassing over the knee spankings.