Dragon agreed that I needed some stress relief and that a good spanking was the best way to get it. He finally did the deed.
Out in the garage he set up the camp cot. Shirt off, he told me to lay down on my tummy. First came an electrifying flogging with the violet wand and the mylar flogger. Pin pricks of sensation across my back. When I couldn't handle any more of that he got out the paddle.
Before the first swat he secured my hands above my head. No protecting my bottom this time. Then things started to heat up fast. A few times I asked for a break. It was intense. Just when I was sure the spanking was over, he took off his belt. Usually he goes easy with the belt. No such luck. The swats came hard and fast. It didn't take long for me to start panicking.
He stopped, figured out what was wrong, calmed me down and started with the paddle again. The warm up was long over. These weren't gentle taps. These were full swing swats. Every time one connected my hands strained at the ropes, my body lifted off the cot and a soft squeak left my mouth. I couldn't stay still.
When my bottom felt like it was on fire he put the paddle down, released my hands and massaged my burning posterior. There was no room for anything else. No stress. Just sensation and sub space.
I am still feeling it today.