Please punish me. I need a hard spanking…
Oh those two little words tend to spark such thoughts in people. Whether you’re the spanker or the spankee, personally I think they’re delicious. I’ve posted many blogs about spanking and I love the reactions I receive. People hunger to receive (or give) a hard spanking. I often find tumblrs for what I call ‘sinspiration’ for my blogs and a certain needy Dom I know. Don’t whip me for saying so! Or maybe I should admit I’m teasing him. Either way, the photographs are often scintillating enough my mind goes into hyper overdrive. Sir is very visual, where I can take a single word or phrase and make any wicked story happen in a flash. That’s the way my mind works, however, the glossies of women being whipped, flogged, taken over a man’s knee or caned do indeed create a wetness in certain places in and on my body.
I’m not certain why, except my inner psyche is programmed to believe spankings are good for all of us. I’m delved into the concept both in my writing as well as deep conversations. Sir often tells me certain ‘needs’ he knows I have buried deed inside. A few words splashed across a page not only remind me that I’m a true submissive, but also give me goose bumps. Reading a single text with words like I want to whip every inch of your body, marking you as mine, gives me the shivers. What I’ve realized is that a portion of my reaction is based on the man, not just the punishment. Meaning, I’m not the kind of girl who can merely find someone or a group of people and lean over a stranger’s knee, ready for a hard whipping.
There are actual spanking parties where you take turns spanking each other. I don’t know. I’ve thought about this and for me, the concept of needing punishment has a hell of a lot to do with the anticipation beforehand. Knowing I’ve broken the rules and will receive his belt at some point keeps my mind active. I imagine the day, the location, and the feel of his belt across my backside. I mentioned I have a heightened sensory level and I swear I can still gather a whiff of his leather belt. I even have very vivid dreams about lying across his knees or leaning over a table (he loves this position) and hearing his voice. The voice alone, husky and throaty, very soft as he tells me how many I’m going to receive, resonates for days.
The actual spanking hurts of course, as all good spankings are supposed to, but the energy around and the near subspace as I release my fears, my worries, giving him my total submission, is the draw. I’m not only receiving a well-needed punishment, I’m submitting to one person. I don’t think a spanking party or being spanked by a friend who happens to enjoy giving spanking will ever do anything for me. People often talk about intimacy within a relationship, and for me, there is nothing more intimate than letting go of every inhibition, fear, trepidation etc. when you submit to being punished – in whatever method. Whether you’re clothes or naked, you’re baring your very soul to the person.
Perhaps because my mind does work in complex ways, what he calls the ‘big brain’ I have, I know I can mentally reduce myself to tears over just about anything. My imagination is vivid, which is what allows me to dream in color, remember my fantasies I played out every night, and write about them. Many a flash piece has been written after a wild night – of sleep! Spankings for me are very personal and the trust around submitting paramount. I ran across a poem I had written, published in one of my two books of poetry with Bitten Press, and I placed this on one of my Fetlife pages. I thought you might like to see what’s on my mind this rainy day.
Enjoy and let me know your thoughts. Could you have a stranger spank you?
Kisses and spanks…
I’d whispered the scattered words so many times
The very notion of what I needed all mine
I’d longed for his strong hand endless nights
But on this day I was easily ready to submit
The complete realization his decisions were so right
I’d craved nothing more than to give him my very soul
Still from this day, nothing between us would ever be the same
The intense understanding I belonged to him and his complete control
I’d prayed for forgiveness, his domination freeing every inhibition
And after today I would forever be in his practiced hands
The unique love and patience developed providing hallowed absolution
He’d commanded during candid moments of shared passions between us
While those days my fear alone kept me from letting go
The complete decision now accepted simply because of trust
I repeated and smiled, seeing the change in his demeanor, the intense look in his eyes
Just today he accepted my gift, my total submission now and forever
The absolute justification of our calculated journey, now my honored ties