Back in the early days of this blog, in 2003 and 2004, I used to do a lot more of the link-and-quote from other blogs where people shared their experiences of spanking. Unfortunately, half a decade of spanking blogging has taken some of the freshness off that project; I sometimes have more trouble spotting the interesting and original accounts because they share common themes with a zillion other kinky anecdotes I’ve seen and blogged about.
One of those themes is the “bringing along the man who is not quite as kinky as me and won’t spank me as hard as I’d like” meme. This turns out to be surprisingly common; the world may be full of dickheads who can be cheerfully abusive, but a woman who wants a loving companion who will beat her severely in the bedroom can find herself in a tricky spot. Apparently, it’s not uncommon for such a woman to “settle” for a great guy whose kink quotient is lower than she’d prefer, and then work toward encouraging rougher treatment from him.
This particular night was the first time that Brennan has ever been willing to bind me in any sort of way. He started by brushing the tails across my back & buttocks, causing goose bumps to rise along my flesh. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of the soft tendrils sweeping across my body before he laid the flogger into my flesh. The first thing I realized is that the flogger doesn’t hurt too much, unless you really hit hard with it, but it makes a lovely sound. He has always been reluctant to use too much force, because he is a big man and worries about hurting me. We have been working on getting him past that concern. I want him to hit me with some force. I want it to sting. I want the screams and the tears.
He started slowly at first, gradually increasing the intensity and rhythm. As I started to squirm, he had me count along with the blows that I can only assume was his way of checking in, making sure I was okay with what he was doing. As he got into the flow of it, I think he was invigorated by the frequent changes in pitch of my voice, and proceeded to strike harder. The last strike from the flogger had a tail tip catch me square on my anus and I threw the lower half of my body off the bed as the tears welled up in my eyes.
Brennan told me to haul myself back onto the bed and spread my legs. I hadn’t quite recuperated from the last sting just yet and was a little worried he would start in right away. However, he gently rubbed his hand over my ass, reaching down to feel the moisture between my legs. I was embarrassed to find that he realized exactly how wet & excited I become from a beating – far out weighing any sexual experience. The sheets below me were sporting quite a large wet spot.