The fear apprehension and arousal I feel as she ties me onto the cross for a whipping is so intense. There is a rush of humiliation and powerlessness before I even receive a single lash or cane stroke, thoughts run through my mind like is todays spanking just her having a little fun? Or did I break a rule that deserves the most severe of punishments. We sometimes use dice when deciding punishments the first throw of the dice picks which of the 6 implement's she will use on me, the second throw of the dice decides on the number of strokes so a 1 is 10 strokes/lashes and a 6 is 60 strokes/lashes and hen repeat the process 6 times but this is only used for a spanking. For a proper punishment it's all my wife's decision, she picks the whip and the number of lashes. She also has names for the two most painful implements, the cane is called the teacher and the cat o' 9 tails is called the feminist. When she dresses up in her spanking outfit I'm unable to resist her commands even though I've been pushed beyond my limits, I'm reminded to take my punishment/ suffer for her and to take it as a man, to show my appreciation and she tells me to show her how much I love her by enduring the pain and that women make the rules now and that begging for mercy is disrespectful but I wouldn't have it any other way...