(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kApto83SZK4/TLNrnZH6WCI/AAAAAAAAK7o/Nybz6Z4xpFM/s1600/rhys_ifans.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Phillipe Creaux</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Apartment Playroom<br/><strong>With:</strong>Ietje van Leeuwen<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Well you know what to do then darling, thank me for each spanking and count them off nice and loud dear." Phillipe knew he did not have to remind her but he did anyway. Each paddle that he owned was made custom for punishing Ieetje. Every one took her exact ass size into account. When he punished her with a paddle, there was little need to switch hands or have to treat each cheek individually. Instead, her entire ass came into contact with the paddle when he spanked her. This particular paddle was made for more usual penalties.  Other than being solid wood there was nothing that was particularly special about it. No holes or some kind of stamp marked the wood. It was just an instrument of impact.<br/><br/>Of all the times he had to paddle her like this, he always followed the same ritual. First contact was always light and the most gentle of all the hits that she was going to receive that session. Keeping to that ritual, he only swatted at her behind with enough force to not even make her ass pink but much like a playful swat. Phillipe paused as he waited for her response before he was going to get into the main course of things. Lots more power was going to be added to following blows. And that is exactly what began to happen.<br/><br/>The second hit that splashed across her behind was a lot more insistent with the wood hitting her ass with a smacking sound. A short pause occurred just as it always had to before he continued on. The third through the sixth were powerful with Phillipe letting out a light groan as he swung the paddle. All of them had their own quite loud cracking sound as the paddle came in contact with her backside. Already the wood was starting to get warm from the harsh contact with her ass and he could start to see her behind start to take on a rosy color.<br/><br/>7-12 were all more on the medium side on his range with the sounds being more muted but there was still power behind the swats. Her bottom was still getting very red as he continued though he knew that she had suffered many more than this before she would have an apple red ass. Even after her response for the 12th swat, he made her wait even more. Phillipe was close to the end and he figured that his spoiled slave was very much looking forward to the end of this punishment. But he was not just going to give her the way out. No, he made her wait a full minute before he swung that paddle against her ass once more. These last three were all building up from the medium range that he had set. 13 was just a little above 12 in power. 14 was between the medium and high powered ranges.<br/><br/>And he made her wait a full 3 minutes before he delivered the final blow which rang out the loudest and was the top of his range of power. Phillipe placed the hot paddle down on the bed and then pulled her up out of her position by placing two fingers in the back ring of her collar so that she would be leaning back into his arms. "You are my good slave and I appreciate you even more for taking this punishment so very well."