My dominant was pleased with my first writing, and the comments made by you all and has given me permission to tell how my punishment increased. I knew my behaviour had started to slip but I hadn’t done anything to bad so wasn’t overly concerned. Saturday morning I was not long awake when my dominate says to me bitch make me a cup of tea. Being only just awake I replied something about in a minute and that’s when I crossed the line. My dominate smiled at me and said bitch big mistake, tonight you’re going to learn the meaning of obeying. The day past with me carrying out my duties, making breakfast, lunch and dinner. Doing the washing up and some housework whilst my dominate relaxed. At 8pm she told me to go up to the spare bedroom and to change into the outfit that was hanging on the wardrobe door. I quickly went upstairs and found hanging on the wardrobe door a black pvc bodice that I could tell would hug my body and leave my bottom uncovered and available for slapping. I changed into it and assumed what we term the punishment position of kneeling, facing the door with my head lowered awaiting her arrival. When my dominant arrived she wasted no time on small talk. She asked me why I was in the punishment position and I replied that my behaviour had not been good enough, and that I was ready to receive whatever she deemed appropriate. Very good she said now stand up and face the wardrobe which I did. She then took two straps from the unit behind me, bound my hands to the wardrobe door handles making such I was securely restrained unable to pull my hands out. She then walked towards the door turned the light out and closed the bedroom door leaving me in the dark without saying another word. After what seemed an age the door opened and the light was put back on. My dominate had changed and was now dressed in her power outfit consisting of leather dress, hold up stockings and black high heels covered in studs which have been previously walked over my naked body. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her putting quite a few things on the unit but knew better than to ask. My dominate walked over to me and very softly told me that she was going to punish me, and that the likelihood of bruises on my bottom was very high. She told me that at any time I could call a stop to the punishment, but if she felt that I stopped it to quickly and readily then she would not be happy with me and there would be consequences. I replied that I understood and that I would endeavour to take all that she felt I deserved. Good bitch she replied. My dominate then walked back to the unit and I heard her pick something up. Time to warm my bitches bottom up she said and the first of what would be 40 slaps with the paddle was delivered to my bottom. I immediately cried out when it struck and my dominate told me to stop being a baby and to be quite. If I cried out again she would gag me using the penis gag which from previous experiences is not very comfortable. The slaps kept coming and with each one I could feel my bottom heating up. Once the 40 were complete she walked to the door and again turned the light off, but before closing the door said bitch don’t think that’s all you getting I’m just warming you up. Another 10 or so minutes passed before she returned, and the paddle was once again used on my bare bottom and the counter we have was recording every one of them. I’m unsure how many slaps were delivered this time as my dominant wasn’t pausing between them, but my bottom was definitely feeling them. When my dominant finally stopped, I heard the sound of the camera shutter as she took photos of her handywork. My dominate then whispered to me now bitch is warmed up time for me to use something else. I was expecting my leather belt to strike me next but it wasn’t that she picked up. There was no swish but suddenly I’m pulling hard on my restraints as something hard connects with my left cheek sending waves through me. Five more follow on my left cheek followed by six on my right cheek. Ooh this is fun I hear my dominant say and she shows me a rubber kitchen spatula that she has been using. How can something so boring have delivered slaps that felt like they had gone deep into me? My dominate asks me if I’ve had enough or can she play on. I tell her that if she considers that I’m due more punishment then she should continue. Another 12 spatula strikes are delivered each one of them making my bottom feel like it’s on fire. Adrenaline was now coursing through my body and though the slaps hurt strangely I didn’t want them to stop. I heard my dominate put down the spatula and pick up my belt which she wasted no time in unleashing against my bottom. Each slap sent waves off adrenaline through me. I found I was no longer pulling against my restraints, but was now bending more at the hips to give her a better position to slap. The belt was put down and her arms we put around me, her hands running up to my nipples which she pinched between her finger and thumb very hard, then twisting my nipples and making me scream out. My dominant then replaces her hands with two plastic clothes pegs which she’s used before, and when placed correctly on the end of my nipples cause pain and pleasure at the same time. Again she walks to the door the light goes off and I’m left in the dark with a sore bottom and pegs that are driving my nipples insane. I control my breathing and after a couple of minutes have somehow managed to shut out the pegs and I await her return. At least 10 minutes passes before she returns to continue the punishment that I’m now determined to see through. A long round of slaps with the slapper gives way to alternate use of the spatula and the belt over the next 15 minutes. Finally my dominate calls time on the punishment and shows me the counter that has 200 displayed on it, which is over 100 more than I’ve ever had before. She unties me and I drop to my knees thanking her for the punishment and promising to address my behaviour. I head back to the bedroom where I remove my pvc bodies and lay naked on the bed waiting for my dominate to join me. When she does she tells me to lay on my front so she can photograph her handywork. When I’m shown the photos not only is my bottom very red but bruises are already forming on each cheek. Sunday morning my bottom is very sore and the bruises are fully out and each is the size of an apple. More photos are taken and each morning that week I take a further picture so my dominate can see how they develop in her absence. It takes until Thursday for them to start to go down and whilst they hurt I’m proud of myself for taking the punishment like a good bitch. My dominate has said I can share further writings with you all if you wish to hear about them, and has said I should tell you about the slave bracelet that is put on me when I’m dressed in a maids uniform and forced to clean her house.