Me paddled then strapped last November

At a clinic for a day time sleepstudy all day.

Home 16:45

Had to shower and wash my hair.

Dressed only in socks, I took the square paddle (pizza paddle, we call it) to Merry, where she sat at the computer desk.
She smiled, took it, and said, "Not here, Donna is there."
Donna is the pit bull, who goes fuckn ballistic when paddling action happens where she can see it, She seems very protective.

We went to the bedroom.

I bent over the stool.

She applied 120 swats of said paddle to my bottom, then added 20 or so of the leather strap.

I thanked her for the truly teeth gritting paddling, and continued getting dressed, to go to work.