Four Days Play

Ouch... it's the primary word in my vocabulary at the moment, pretty much every time I move. Four days of play in a five day period is a lot! So, in addition to my caning on Saturday night, and the role play day on Sunday, I played with friends on Tuesday night and discovered what a sjambok is, and quite how much a tyre paddle can hurt. To be honest, I'm not sure which was worse. Both had me levitating off the bed. much to the amusement of the guys in the room, but with one of them (and I genuinely can't remember which) I howled like a werewolf, or at least this was what I was later told by someone who had been in the bathroom next door at the time! It seems the whole house heard that yell. This was on top of a paddling for speeding on the way to the party (speeding? moi?!), a strapping for getting the other girls into trouble all evening, and was followed by an appointment with Miss Marwood to address the issue of my using foul language in front of other girls who had just been punished for the same offence. On Wednesday morning by bottom was sporting some of the most spectacular bruises it has ever had, in places where you don't normally have bruises, courtesy, I believe, of the evil and enormous tyre paddle.
So you'd think that would be enough for me, right? That my bum (and brain) might have decided that enough was enough? Nope. I had a play date on Wednesday evening, which contained among other things, a 13 stroke caning, and an OTK belting, and what felt like hours of hand spanking. (Why is it that all the tops I play with seem to have lead hands?!) All on a very sore bum. My cries of "Ow, it hurts, it's already sooo sore, can't you tell" were met with the response "And that's my problem why?" Hmpf.
But it seems I still wasn't quite done. When said friend left, he unfortunately stumbled over the doorstep on his way out. Which I found absolutely hilarious, as he has done exactly the same thing at least twice before. So I dissolved into giggles, but didn't quite shut the door in time, as before I could blink I was bent back over the sofa for another dose of spanking, this time with a sweet looking, but deeply evil, 12 inch leather strap. By this point I was well and truly done, but that last dose had been totally worth it.