It started slower to warm me up but quickly got very stingy. He used his hand for a bit and then went back to the leather paddle. I said something about him being extra mean that day. After that comment he swatted even harder. Pretty much proving my point. Ahem. I squirmed and kicked my legs as he held on to me and kept going. I told him that I thought to a top being called mean was a compliment. Saying he was too nice would be something to get grumpy about.
I don't think he was listening to me. And they say WE don't listen! He grabbed the wooden paddle and continued with a flurry of hard swats. I could tell those ones would leave a mark. I unsuccessfully tried to turn to the side to save my rear end but his arm stayed firm around me. My bottom felt like it was on fire as the paddle came down again and again. My ooww's were muffled into the pillow that I held onto. Finally he seemed to slow down and set the paddle on the bed. I snuggled closer to him as heat emanated from my bottom.