Comments on: Can’t Take A Spanking?

By: ODavesK

ODavesK — Sat, 15 Jul 2006 19:48:12 +0000

Reminds me of my relationship with my spanking partner. I have 2 implements that she regularly professes to hate. One is a 1/4″ maple teardrop paddle (varnished, for extra sting), and the other is a polyethylene strap, which stings more than any leather or wood that I have ever felt or used. Oddly enough, she made both implements for me (“I never thought that you were going to use that paddle on ME”–uh huh–who did you suppose I was going to use it on?).

Anyway, every time I spank her with either implement (which is pretty regularly), she says “I HATE that paddle!” or “I HATE that strap”. On the other hand, if I don’t bring at least one of them, or don’t use one of them, she seems to feel slighted (“I thought you were going to bring THAT paddle”).

By: Katie

Katie — Wed, 05 Jul 2006 05:10:30 +0000

I have said “I can’t take it” but would have been disappointed if the spanking stopped. IMO, that is the purpose of a safe word.

By: Mija

Mija — Tue, 27 Jun 2006 00:39:28 +0000

I’ve wondered before about my tendency to say this –especially since Pab normally replies “you have no choice” or something like that.

I think part of it is the relief of knowing that I don’t have a choice, that he’s not expecting bravery or stoicism.

Also, on some level, I know that he enjoys the idea that I’m a bit frightened, that this is more than I want, that I’m going to struggle and need to be restrained.

Not sure though. What’s amazing is the realization that I *don’t* want anymore, that I’m really struggling as hard as I can to get away, and I still can’t, that it isn’t going to be over until he decides to stop.
Terrible at the time, wonderful in retrospect.

Such a strange girl… ;)

By: Lithaborn

Lithaborn — Wed, 21 Jun 2006 11:49:25 +0000

Generally it…encourages me to demonstrate (again!) that she can, indeed, “take it”

I think you hit the nail on the head, there.

By: robeach

robeach — Mon, 19 Jun 2006 23:24:03 +0000

My lover normally is receiving, but she’s not here to respond. On occasion we switch roles. My well-oiled buns in the air, belt taking its laps…my butt seeks out the strokes…she is talented at finding the sweet spot behind my balls…she knows I never whimper, “I can’t…”