Initiating our agreement

Ok, so we both signed the agreement, and the first week passed without any events or happenings. The this sunday evening my wife said: "Oh, since we are home alone tomorrow, I think we should initiate our contract with a startup-session..."

Somehow the rest of our sunday, and all of monday just passed in a flash, and suddenly it was monday evening, and she told me with a tone I have seldom heard from her before: "Go upstairs and prepare the room, and tell me when you are ready!".

So I went upstairs and started packing out some toys (two short canes and some bathbrushes), prepared some ropes to the bed, got naked, put on the restraints and knelt on the floor. "The room is ready honey!" I called out, trying to be brave. I had a feeling I was in for it, this evening - and I was right.

5 minutes later I heard her coming up the stairs, and the she entered the room. Commented on how nice I prepared the room, and then ordered me down on the bed, and tied my hands to the bedpost and my feet together. I was totally at  her mercy now, and were starting to feel in a bit over my head.

"Ok, this is for reminding you, that we signed a contract, which I on my part will uphold to the letter. I expect you to do the same." And then I heard her pick up something, and a few seconds after I heard a swish, a crack and felt the cane across my poor bottom - she meant business. She then started to beat my bottom with no mercy and almost no pause between the strokes. Alternating from standing on one side of the bed, to the other. Stroke after stroke. I have no idea how many times she hit me, but must have been at least fifty before she finally stopped.
I then heard her pick up something else: "I want you to count each stroke for me, and then thank me afterwards". Oh no - more caning, but with the thicker cane. My bottom was already on fire.
"One" crack "Thank you"
"Two" crack "Thank you"
I went on like this for 25 strokes until she finally stopped, only to pick up something else - the bathbrush - which she gave me around 25 strokes with.
Then the cane again for a little while, and I really don't know how many this time...and after awhile it was finally over. She released me from the bed, and told me to tidy up the room and left me. I took good look at my bottom in the mirror. It was quite a mess. All swollen, with angry welts, but strangely enough no broken skin. I was kinda numb, but after 10 minutes or so the numbness dissipated, and it started throbbing. Ouch!

I must say it was the worst beating I have ever had, but also the perfect way to start out our new DD life. But the next morning...