Just a little post to keep you abreast (and abutt) of my kinky activities, and I guess to serve as a little addendum to my post on submission. I probably don’t say it enough, but I really am a very lucky naughty girl in that I have a partner who understands my needs and indulges me when I tell him I need a damned good hiding. Which is precisely what I did on the Sunday just gone.
What I wanted – needed, in truth – was a no-nonsense beating, with none of the scene-setting roleplay we normally do. (Great though that is; I just wanted to get right down to it this time). I had it exactly in my mind. He would be sitting on a chair in the bedroom, waiting for me. I would go to him, look timidly into his stern gaze. Have my jean shorts taken down as I stood at his side, ashamed beyond words. A brusque command, “Over my knee,” and suddenly I am face down, helpless, hard smacks stinging my bottom.
Scolding words; unfeeling reproaches for my all-too-late apologies and pleas for clemency. “But-- it stings!” And over and over that hard hand brings the lesson home. A good, sound spanking for a richly deserving girl.
I am told to stand, as curtly as I was told to bend. I sorrowfully, and unwisely, rub my sore bottom. I am spun and smacked where I stand; reminded of my place.
“That was just a warm-up.”
He stands, paces past me coldly, retrieves a cane. Cuts the air with it as he returns, making me tremble. Making me wish I hadn’t been so very bad.
The chair is turned round. My knickers are taken down and I am bent over it. “If you lose position you will be sorry.”
Six, or perhaps seven, agonising strokes and I leap up and clutch my backside in pain. Wicked, wicked girl. Back over the chair, angry words ringing in my ears, to begin all over again. Yelps, then sobs, as the cane is arced viciously against my skin.
Ordered into the corner, a shuffling wretch, hands on my head, tears of regret streaking down my face. Shame-filled whimpers as I am touched, my arousal impossible to conceal.
“Filthy girl. You will not enjoy your punishments.”
Led by the arm back to the chair; pulled down across his lap. Spanked without pity. A helpless, bawling, disgrace of a girl.
Just exactly as I had wanted it.
What I wanted – needed, in truth – was a no-nonsense beating, with none of the scene-setting roleplay we normally do. (Great though that is; I just wanted to get right down to it this time). I had it exactly in my mind. He would be sitting on a chair in the bedroom, waiting for me. I would go to him, look timidly into his stern gaze. Have my jean shorts taken down as I stood at his side, ashamed beyond words. A brusque command, “Over my knee,” and suddenly I am face down, helpless, hard smacks stinging my bottom.
Scolding words; unfeeling reproaches for my all-too-late apologies and pleas for clemency. “But-- it stings!” And over and over that hard hand brings the lesson home. A good, sound spanking for a richly deserving girl.
I am told to stand, as curtly as I was told to bend. I sorrowfully, and unwisely, rub my sore bottom. I am spun and smacked where I stand; reminded of my place.
“That was just a warm-up.”
He stands, paces past me coldly, retrieves a cane. Cuts the air with it as he returns, making me tremble. Making me wish I hadn’t been so very bad.
The chair is turned round. My knickers are taken down and I am bent over it. “If you lose position you will be sorry.”
Six, or perhaps seven, agonising strokes and I leap up and clutch my backside in pain. Wicked, wicked girl. Back over the chair, angry words ringing in my ears, to begin all over again. Yelps, then sobs, as the cane is arced viciously against my skin.
Ordered into the corner, a shuffling wretch, hands on my head, tears of regret streaking down my face. Shame-filled whimpers as I am touched, my arousal impossible to conceal.
“Filthy girl. You will not enjoy your punishments.”
Led by the arm back to the chair; pulled down across his lap. Spanked without pity. A helpless, bawling, disgrace of a girl.
Just exactly as I had wanted it.
Golly, lucky you. I'm lime green with envy. For me the problem is the "when I tell him I need a damned good hiding..." bit. After 20 years there's still a bit of me that hopes that one day I won't have to voice my need, that it will just be recognised - and acted upon.
ReplyDeleteAw, I sympathise, OFG. And I hope your significant other does get better at recognising your need :)
DeleteMaybe try recording your voice and playing it to him as he sleeps for some subliminal encouragement. "I've been very, very bad and I need to be spanked... spanked good and hard on my bare bottom..."
In spanking fantasy or storytelling, I almost always think in terms of a quasi-nonconsensual situation. The one getting the spanking didn't ask for it, they don't enjoy that it's happening, but it's their unvoiced need and the right thing for them. The relationship defines spanking as something positive. In reality, a spanking needs to be a clearly expressed desire. I like the implicit agreement where it's the spanker who decides the time is now, but there's really nothing better than when it's asked for explicitly. As a spanker, that makes me feel more free and confident, and it's also very exciting to be assured she needs it that badly.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the thoughtful comment (as ever), TFD - it's always interesting to hear things from a spanker's point of view.
DeleteI understand completely how a girl asking for her spanking would help you feel more confident, more safe, and more excited :) As a spankee, I find nothing more arousing than a sense of confidence - of purpose - in a top. It feels like a kind of reassurance, and it makes me feel safe. And free to let it all out!
I think both sides need to initiate spankings and role play scenes in a kinky relationship.Both shpuld pick upon unspoken singles
ReplyDeletealways available for Spankings..)
Mr X..0
Well, it's whatever works for the people involved :D
DeleteSo clear what you would like, in plain words.I shall ask for a damned good beating too.Harry I'm jealous!
ReplyDeleteGo for it, Harry!
DeleteThat made my belly go funny, my other things tingle and tears come to my eyes.
ReplyDeletexoxo
So glad you enjoyed, Natasha! You naughty thing. xx
DeleteDamn girl! So you're saying I just need to ask for this?? Hmm, thanks for the advice ;)
ReplyDeleteWell, it sometimes works... men are such logical (and imperceptive) creatures, after all :D
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