Spanking Count Tracker: The Ledger of Pain
Your bottom is looking a little too pale, pet. And a pale ass is an undisciplined ass.
You think punishment is something that just “happens” to you? No. Discipline is a transaction. You owe a debt for your bad behavior, your impure thoughts, and your general lack of perfection. “Spanking Count Tracker” is how you pay that debt.
I am not interested in a few random swats. I want accountability. I want numbers. I want you to meticulously track every single impact, ensuring that the books are balanced in red.
🧠 The Psychology: The Counter’s Burden
There is a massive psychological difference between being hit and counting the hits.
When you are just taking a beating, you can zone out. You can disassociate. But when you have to count? You are forced to participate in your own punishment. You have to acknowledge every single strike. “One. Two. Three.”
The counting forces you to stay present in the pain. It creates a rhythm of dread. As the numbers get higher, and your ass gets hotter, the mental struggle to keep your voice steady breaks you down faster than the physical pain ever could.
📋 The Task: The “Century” Protocol
You are going to settle your account. We aren’t doing this halfway.
The Setup:
- The Tool: Get a wooden spoon, a hairbrush, or a paddle. No hand spanking, your hand is too soft. I want a thud.
- The Position: Bent over the bed, feet on the floor. Or, for a better angle, stand in front of a mirror so you can watch your face wince.
- The Number: Your target is 100.
The Tracker Rules:
- Audible Counting: You must count every stroke out loud, clearly. If you whimper instead of saying the number? It doesn’t count.
- The Pace: You cannot rush. Whack. “One.” Breathe. Whack. “Two.” If you go too fast to minimize the sting, you start over.
- The Tracker: If you lose count (because you’re crying or distracted), you revert to the last number you remember clearly. If you are totally lost? Back to Zero.
The Checkpoints:
- At 25: Switch cheeks.
- At 50: Stop. Check the redness in the mirror. Say: “Thank you, Mistress.” Continue.
- At 75: Harder. The last 25 must be the loudest.
👠 Mistress Lexie’s Advice
Don’t hold your breath. It makes it hurt more.
Focus on the number. Make the number your god. “Fifty-two… fifty-three…” It’s the only thing that matters right now. And when you finally hit 100? Don’t rub it. Let it burn. That heat radiating off your backside is my warmth, holding you close.
Bend over. Grip the edge of the bed. Start counting.