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She then took out other types of rattan cane and started thrashing my buttocks again. I am crying out with pain but it does’t affect her. She only tells me repeatedly, I am inviting extra stokes for moving out my position. My face was streaked with tears and I am not thinking about how much it hurt not the consequences of moving out. At last, she told me that I have invited 4 more strokes for moving out my position repeatedly. She asked me put my legs together as she is going to give extra strokes on my thigh. Till then, cane spanking is over. Now, the turn of most dangerous spanking come, “The Whipping”. She caressed my bottom for a minute. She asked me to lay naked to the middle of the bed, with two pillows under my hips, pushing my bottom up. She took the whip in her hand and moved to the left side of the bed. She was looking more beautiful. My cock again sprung out and become hardened. I heard the whip slice the air and a line of pain burned across my buttocks. The pain seemed to spread after a few seconds. As the pain started to fade I felt the second stroke, lower down my buttocks this time. I cried out. She whipped me slowly, one stroke every ten seconds or so, my buttocks clenching slightly and then relaxing as the whip fell across them. When she had given me twenty strokes she stopped to let me catch my breath. She caressed my bottom, feeling the heat and the raised lines of the welts left by the whip. After the pain of the whipping, her hand felt very good. After a couple of minutes, she moved to the right side of the bed and started whipping me again. After she gave me a stroke across the crease where buttocks and thighs met, I squirmed, pushing my hips into the bed, clenching my buttocks in pain, turning on her side. She again ordered me to lie still, otherwise I will get extra for moving out my position. I told her, I am trying to lie still but it hurts so much and she too giving it very hardly. She said, she knew it hurts but spanking are supposed to hurt and she is doing this to make me a good disciplined boy. By the time, she administered me all the 40 strokes, 20 on each, she asked me to lie in same as I have 8 extra strokes for moving out my position. She gave me the extra strokes across my thigh and the part where hips and thigh met. The whipping across my thighs hurt more than it had across my bottom and I sobbed as she gave him me final four strokes. She asked me to get up now and I thought my spanking punishment was over. I cradled my face against her breast. She kissed on my head and asked me to bring the paddle. I got the paddle from the closet. It was about the size of a ping-pong paddle, with an oval head, made out of half inch thick dark hard wood. I handed the paddle and she took me over her knee again. My bottom was crimson and lined with welts. As she caressed me, she could feel the hot skin under her hand. She could see four red welts across the tops of my thighs. She told me she is going to give me 40 strokes on each cheek and then my punishment will be over.