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“3... 2... 1... Commencing.”

It is bad enough to wait for a spanking; it is much worse to wait for a fifty-fifty lottery that might end in one. You hear a creak from Diana’s general direction but this was just her moving to brace herself. The actual swing comes almost silently from the well-oiled machine and there is the tiniest of swishes before your poor bottom erupts in a fresh volcano of pain with a loud crack of wood on flesh. Unable to stop yourself, you scream, feeling your eyes starting to tear up already.

You are absurdly grateful for the restraints as there is no chance you would stay in place for the second one otherwise, not when you are already so sore from three spankings. And you intend to take the full two dozen, you would not be able to live with yourself if you would let your friend and new lover suffer extra for your fantasies. You could erase it all once it is over of course, but still...

The second crack of the paddle elicits the second pitiful scream from you; after the third you are never really quiet again, emitting a constant stream of moaning and sobbing punctuated by louder screams each time the paddle strikes. You know your cheeks will be a giant bruise each, your skin was always sensitive and this is the worst treatment it has ever undergone. Any hope of taking the session with dignity in front of the rolling cameras is long forgotten and you thrash against the bonds, wiggling and twisting, but unable to escape the punishment.

Cracks and screams echo in the room and you think you hear Diana calling you to switch to her machine when you can. You have trouble focusing but you know where the remote it, you can push the only button any time after the twelfth stroke. Not that you know how many already happened, other than the number being greater than three but smaller than twenty-four. Maybe you can press the switch already? No, you would never do this, even if you could!! But you are hurting so much, you do not know if you can take any more pain... Yes, but Diana will have the rest, your earlier ruler spanking does not count next to the machine-wielded heavy paddle!

People usually visualise an angel and a demon arguing standing on a person’s shoulders; in your case, the demon is dancing on your bum with red-hot sharp hooves, making its point. You are not sure where the angel might be, but you still hear the voice of good, even if not as loud and clear as you did when climbing the frame.

Your nude body is convulsing on the frame expecting the next inevitable strike but it does not come. You gasp, trying to catch your breath, the agony not relieved whatsoever by the small pause. “Part One of the session is complete.” the mechanised voice announces. “You can now use the control device issued to transfer the remainder of the punishment. Session resuming in 10... 9... 8...”