I made his bottom red. He was bent over the spanking bench. I was to the right of him, to the left, I even climbed on top of the bench and sat on his head. He fought back. He was certainly hurting. But as our play worked out, I made him stay, I made him take it for me. He wanted it, he needed it, and he got it. Our play got hot... both of us quite and into our space. Every once in awhile I whisper to him, those sweet nothings that only a Mistress can whisper to her submissive.