We were about to leave. Another family gathering full of stress and all the issues that come with extended family. Dragon took me out to the garage. The room was hot but the little window air conditioner helped.
Dragon gestured to the bench we use for spanking. It is the perfect height to support my hips. My head drops down on the other side and I have a convenient hand hold. Since I still had on my dress from church, Dragon simply lifted the hem and folded the fabric neatly across my back. I felt the smooth silk of my panties slide down to my knees.
We couldn't take long. It was time to leave but I was a mess. Dragon was determined to take care of my backside before I got into real trouble.
He began with soft warm up swats. Probably around 20 if I had to guess. Then he asked for a number. How many hard swats? He expects me to ask for 2-8. That is the usual range. Without much thought I picked 4. An even number. Two for each sit spot. A good burn without being uncomfortable for the two hour drive.
Left, right. Two swats. My eyes burned with tears that fast and my backside was on fire. A swat across both cheeks and the last one went to the left.
My backside was on fire but I hate an uneven burn.
Yes, I asked for a fifth swat. But as always, Dragon did what he wanted. He landed two rapid fire swats. He put my panties back in place and pulled my dress down, straightening the hem before he helped me stand.
I made the two hour drive with an uneven spanking.
He just doesn't understand....
(I am probably a little ocd about these things. Sigh)