This event happened after Christmas in 2004.

T came home early evening looking nervous. It was clear something was on her mind. It was Saturday and T had gone out into the City in the morning to do some shopping, or so she said!

I thought about asking what was wrong but left it up to T to tell me when she was ready. It could be nothing but I knew something was not right.

As teatime passed and the evening began, it became obvious T wanted to say something, but what? Eventually, I asked, and T nervously responded, “I need to tell you something,”

T then began to talk. She began with, “I need to tell you I have been to the Arcade.”

I knew what that meant! The reality was every so often T would go into the Arcade and play the fruit machines. It usually meant she had lost money and now she was feeling guilty.

I was correct, T had been in the Arcade and had lost about seventy pounds. The money she now felt guilty for losing.

What came next was a bit unexpected, her saying, “Please punish me, I want to be forgiven but I need to be punished.”

We now talked as we had never really discussed punishment. All of our spanking sessions had been about pain but also pleasure. Now, this would be different.... Very different if I was to punish T!

We discussed the difference in great detail and T was adamant she wanted to be punished, it would help her forgive herself and she would not feel so guilty.

I explained and clearly stated, “If I give you a punishment spanking then it would not Include me playing with you, no sexual touching, it will hurt and I will decide what the punishment is and how long it lasts.” The rules were clearly defined! T did not speak, just nodded her head in agreement.

I now sent T upstairs and told her to, "undress and bend over the end of the bed and wait for me." T was clearly nervous but got up and went upstairs.

I only waited a couple of minutes before going up and there she was naked and bent over as I had instructed.

I now announced the punishment. A fifteen-minute spanking, thirty strokes of the slipper and then twenty-four strokes of the belt. I gave T the final choice: did she want the punishment I had chosen? And if she did, I said it would be given in full, no backing out.

T just said, “Yes.”

I now took off my belt and placed it on the pillows at the top of the bed, and also placed one of T’s leather-soled slippers with it. I now sat on the bed and then when in the position, I instructed T to get over my lap.

T now came around and I steered her across my lap, her bottom was positioned at the perfect angle to be spanked. I now took off my watch and placed it on the bedside cabinet. I can't remember the time but I did set the timer for fifteen minutes. I clicked start and the spanking began...

I began with smacks on alternate cheeks, building up a rhythm, making sure to cover every inch of T’s bottom. Spank after spank was landed!

After five minutes T’s bottom was a rosy pink colour. It would be a very deep red and purple with clear stripes at the end, but for now, it was turning an ever-deepening shade of pink.

The spanking continued, only now it was a case of two strokes on each cheek and sometimes sets of three. I was making sure I covered every inch, from the top of her thighs and all the way up across her sit spots as well as the mounds and peaks of her cheeks.

Now it was clearly beginning to sting. T had stayed still and silent at the start but was now fidgeting and the Ooohs and the Ahhs had started.

After ten minutes, T’s bottom was now turning from a very deep pink into a pale red, a shade that was only going to get deeper. My hand was actually getting sore, but the spanking had to continue, and it did!

T was now fidgeting wildly, and I had to raise a leg and trap her feet and hold her with my left hand to keep her in position so the spanking could continue.

Finally, the clock ticked down and the final few spanks were applied, the final few being as hard as any already given and all still making sure every inch of her now deep rosy red bottom was being covered. T was now not just Ooohing and Ahhing, but now it was interspersed with little squeals.

As the final spank was delivered, I released my grip and instructed T to, "Get up!”

T did as she was told and got off my lap. She immediately started rubbing her bottom with both hands, trying to ease some of the heat and pain.

This was just the beginning!

I now got up and placed two pillows in the middle of the bed and then instructed T to, “Get on the bed, bottom raised over the pillows!”

T did as she was told and climbed onto the bed, I moved her into position, ensuring her hips were over the pillows and leaving her cheeks as the high point. Perfect for me to bring the slipper directly down onto her cheeks and to target her sit spots.

Now in position, I rubbed the slipper across T’s bottom, just rubbing it around and then without warning I just raised it and brought it directly down onto her bottom! The first stroke landed and cut across both cheeks. T immediately squealed out, and the second, third and fourth strokes all followed quickly and all resulted in similar squeals. Each stroke targeted to cover a new area of T’s bottom.

After eight strokes every inch had been covered and the marks were clear with the shape of the slipper and a now ever-deepening shade of red appearing.

We were now in a routine, me ensuring every inch of T’s bottom was slippered and T squealing out louder and louder after each stroke. After twenty strokes T’s hands now started to come back trying to cover her bottom.

I instructed her to, “Move them and stay in position!” It was obvious that her bottom was sore and certainly hot, but the punishment had to continue!

The final ten strokes were delivered firmly whilst still ensuring all areas were covered and T just about managed to stay in position, her squeals were now endless with one finishing and the next starting simultaneously and her bottom now an ever-deepening crimson.

My only doubt now was whether or not T would be able to take the twenty-four strokes of the belt she has coming. The answer was, T, had asked to be punished and had accepted and agreed to what the punishment was to be, and so, yes, they would be delivered!

I now instructed T to, “Get on all fours, head down, bottom up.”

The first twelve strokes of the belt would be in this position and then the final twelve with her laid down flat.

Now with T in position, I picked up the belt and doubled it over in my hand and then laid it across both cheeks.

After a few seconds, the first stroke was delivered. The sound of leather on naked flesh was immediately met with a very loud squeal, a second and third stroke followed all with the same result. By stroke six, T was no longer squealing. The sounds were screams and tears were now running down her cheeks.

For the first time, I now considered stopping, but I knew deep down that was not what T wanted. This was not the first time T had been to the Arcade and done this, and this was her way of either forgiving herself or putting something into her head to make her think the next time she was tempted, and so the punishment continued.

Strokes seven to twelve soon followed, all with the same response: a scream and more tears. Her hands also came back after each stroke to protect and rub her bottom and every time I told her to, “Move them!”

T’s bottom was now not just a crimson red but had overlapping stripes of an ever-deepening purple. The final twelve strokes were still yet to be delivered.

I now took the pillows away from underneath T’s tummy and instructed her to, “Lie flat on the bed.”

Without hesitation, T did as she was told.

I was now looking to hold the belt so I could bring it down directly across both cheeks. The last twelve strikes would be two sets of six, all to cover T’s bottom from just above her thighs and then up and across both cheeks. This would be done twice.

And so it began! The first stroke landed and again T screamed and the tears continued. This new position immediately created a new deep crimson/purple line across T’s already severely punished bottom, and the second and third strokes soon followed, each with the same result. By stroke four, T’s hands came again trying to protect her bottom, only now I said, “If they come back again that stroke won't count and will be repeated!”

Strokes five and six soon landed with further screams and tears but T stayed in position but you could see she was struggling.

I now announced, “You have six strokes left,” and you could see T almost relax realising it was almost over and her knowing she had taken it.

I raised the belt and brought it down across both cheeks, and T screamed.

I counted down, “Five to come,” and then raised the belt and once again landed it on both cheeks only slightly lower. T screamed again and the tears flowed once more.

“Four to come,” I said.

The next stroke almost landed on top of the last and T’s hand shot back to cover her bottom, immediately

I repeated, “Four to come, that does not count,” and then brought the belt down once more. T screamed, more tears but kept her hand away.

The final two strokes soon followed a countdown but no more problems, only more screams and more tears.

The punishment was over!

T was now still lying on the bed face down but now ironically rubbing at her bottom with both hands. Not as it would help much. T’s bottom was now a mass of deep red patches interspersed with deep crimson and purple lines, and over the next few days, some of these turned a deep purple.

As T rubbed at her bottom, the tears subsided and eventually stopped. I sat with her, and once she composed herself she actually thanked me. In her own words, “ I needed that.” Now she had opened up about her interest in spanking and punishment, it was clear for T it really could be both please re and pain, and on these occasions, the pain helped her either pay the price or help think twice in the future.

Oh yes, and sitting down was not comfortable for a good few days, and she slept on her tummy - funnily enough, the same position as her last twelve strokes of the belt.

And actually, we did have sex later that night and that was with her on all fours which again, funnily enough, was the position for her first twelve strokes of the belt, but given the punishment she had endured, no other position was possible.