Spanking phone sex is what a girl needs sometimes. Or so I am told. Not that I do not love being spanked. Some men spank sensual. That kind of slow burn can really get my pussy purring. But some days, I meet men who spank my ass raw. Tate is an older man. Not by much, but he is likely in his 50s. Distinguished guy. Sort of like an older Christian Gray type. He is friends with my master. A fellow lawyer. I was on loan this weekend because my master owed him a favor and he wanted to collect. It appears his regular girl had a family emergency and had to leave town for a week. That is too long for him to go without a submissive whore, so he asked my master to borrow me. Master did not consult me or anything. He just handed me to this suave and debonair gentleman for who knew what. Master rarely spanks me anymore. He lives vicariously through his associates now who spank and use me. Tate was happy to have me in his house for the weekend. I was happy at first too. He lives in a palace, and he treated me well. I got fed well and I was allowed to use the hot tub and pool. I saw the array of instruments he had for spanking. It was a scary, albeit impressive collection. Whips, chains, floggers, paddles, belts and he even had a spanking machine. Maybe he was Christian Gray. He used every instrument he had on my bottom too. Plus, he used his hands. I like bare bottom spankings, but this was brutal. My ass was raw. My ass was so sore too. It felt like I had been riding a horse naked through the desert. When I got in my car to go home, I could barely sit. Hell, I can still barely sit. I am not sure my ass can handle another beat down like that.