Last night, Craftsmate spanked me two hundred times over his knee on my couch.

There’s something about getting spanked on your own couch.

I know it was two hundred swats because he had me count and thank him for each one. Which got difficult when he would deliver a few hard ones in a row and I would have to quickly account for the ones I had not had time to count right away. And sometimes it hurt so much that I could barely get myself to speak.

But, I’ve been trying to build my tolerance to this kind of stuff. Usually, I just throw out my safeword and then realize a few moments later that I could have taken much more. Because Craftsmate respects my safeword and my boundaries, he’s not going to push it. So, it was up to me to push myself this time and see if I could actually make it up that high.

Originally, he stopped at one hundred. I was already sore, but I asked him to keep going. And then the same at one hundred and fifty.

By the time he reached two hundred, I was clinging onto his leg and gritting my teeth. But I was proud of myself and caught myself smiling when he had me look at how red my ass was in the mirror.