Spank You, Cum Again

I blame my parents for one of my more violent fetishes. As a child, whenever I was bad, which, to be honest, wasn’t very often, I would get a really hard smack on the behind. I remember cringing at what was about to happen, feeling the sting and lingering burn and then, after it was over, unclenching every tense muscle in my body. I wasn’t sexually stimulated by this, but the release afterward was refreshing, slightly invigorating even. I would feel very ALIVE and very conscious of my body before, during and after the pain, and that has definitely stayed with me in adulthood.

Now, I understand that most women enjoy of a bit of slap and tickle during foreplay and/or sex. A random spank on the ass here and there is very common between partners these days. However, that is not enough for me. I like full-on, high momentum spanks, administered over and over again at an extremely rapid pace. This is not a Cinemax-ouch; this is a triple-X caliber beat down.

The first time I got spanked, really spanked, by a man I was a bit put-off by it. Quite frankly, it fucking hurt. Because I was so taken aback by the intensity of the pain, I couldn’t focus on anything but just that even after it was over. So I didn’t try it again for some time. Fortunately, the next time I engaged in a serious spanking (complete with paddle and tied wrists), I was suitably drunk enough to enjoy the complete experience. As I freed my mind more and more, I began focusing on the relief my body felt when it was over, allowing the juxtaposition between pain and pleasure to truly take over. It was then that it occurred to me that anything that feels good actually feels even better when it is served with a heavy dose of hurt as an appetizer.

Indulging my desire for a good spanking has been very easy for some men and extremely difficult for others. Some men can’t handle inflicting genuine pain on their partner, listening to her (literally) cry as her skin grows dark shades of red. I always try to explain to these men that I’m not trying to be abused, not trying to punish myself. While I’m sure there is a little bit of that below the surface, the truth is I really just like to make the good things that follow even better. After all, if you don’t experience pain, how do you know when you are feeling pleasure?