Sometimes, blood happens. And it doesn’t have to be a disaster, even if it is a hard limit for many in the spanking community. Your periodic reminder that “many” is not the same as “all”:
Last night Master spanked my ass until it was bleeding. The paddle actually cracked and pinched me. I didn’t even feel a difference before and after the bleeding started. He kept going after that, and showed me the paddle all speckled with my blood. I grinned up at it with a face full of tangled hair and endorphin hazed eyes.
It has earned a new name, from holey paddle to “Lucille” (The Walking Dead fans get it). But Lucille will have to be retired now. I’m not sure how I feel about that. Decidedly mixed.