When I saw Pieces of Jade’s new weekly meme ‘Kink of The Week’ I just knew I would be joining in. Firstly, as you may have noticed, I have a bit of a kinky side to me and secondly I have been a very long-term reader and lover of Jade’s blog so jumping on board with her work seems only right and proper, that is if anything connected with Jade can ever be called ‘right and proper’ *grins
For the first week of this meme Jade has chosen a subject that is very close to my heart or should I say more accurately my bottom. If anyone knows anything about me it is that I love to spanked, well I nearly always love it, sometimes I hate in a love/hate kind of way but I do know that whether it is a love moment or a hate moment I always need it.
Impact play is a big part of our D/s dynamic. He loves to do it and I love to receive it. Simple. In general I am more of a lover of thud than I am of sting and so will go out my way to avoid such horrors as the hairbrush and the crop, which tends to be used when he needs to use them rather than when I am craving a spanking of some description. It is the deep resounding thud that drives through my body from things like the flogger, dusters or cane snake that I will ask for; those are things that I find myself needing most of all. I like the pressure, the wallop as their heavy force erupts through my body and drives the air out of my lungs. They make my muscles dance and quiver in anticipation of each strike and like a form of deep tissue massage they hurt in the most glorious of ways. It is in those moments and that sensation that I can get truly lost; it is just me, my body and the throbbing ache of my bum and ultimately my cunt. I love the fight that goes on inside me as I try to accept each strike and let that burn of my skin change from pain to pleasure. There nearly always comes a moment where I will struggle against my bonds as that delicate edge of pain and pleasure make a fight for who will win but I know, and more importantly he knows, that it is at that moment that I need it most.
Of course what most people think of as spanking is the ‘over the knee’ moment with your panties round your ankles and your bare bottom raised and ready. A sexy image indeed and one that also makes me squirm. There really is nothing like being man handled over his lap so he can apply the heat of his hand to the quivering flesh of my behind but in general those moments tend to be more playful and fun fuelled. They make my bum hot and red but they don’t tend to leave marks that last and they nearly always lead to more, sometimes more spanking but usually more fucking.
One of the things that I love about spanking, apart from the actual physical sensation of it is that I know afterwards, when I reach out for him I will find him hard. There is something deliciously sexy about that moment when I turn to look at him and my hands finds my way to his crotch to be greeted with a throbbing hard cock, I think it is the reason that so often a spanking will end with me down on my knees and my mouth greedily wrapped round his cock. I love that moment, the heat from the skin and muscles on bum still coursing through my body as the heat from his hard cock fills my mouth. The same can be said for when he flips me onto my back and the sore tender flesh of my behind rubs against the floor or sheets as he fucks me, the heat from cunt and my behind intermingling to create one throbbing fire of warmth within me.
Of course no piece about spanking would be complete without mentioning the marks. I am a complete slut for the marks and will spend ages in the mirror afterwards tending to them, nursing them, pressing them and loving them. Sometimes, in the case of a good old-fashioned hand spanking the marks will only linger for a while but on other occasions, after a more thorough spanking there will be bruises that stay for days. Every time I sit down I will be reminded of that moment when he used me, every touch of my clothes will send a shiver up my back as I remember what I was, and I will be drawn to the mirror over and over again as I press and prod them, loving that dull ache that ripples through my skin as I do. I want those marks and I wear them with a lustful pride. When they fade and go I am sad but unlike all those years when we were apart now I know I won’t have to wait long until they are lovingly but firmly reapplied.
In writing this I have realised that I could happily write away for hours on this subject. There really is so much to cover from implements to restraints, technique to duration, sensations of pain and pleasure, the whimpering, the crying and sometimes the laughing which can erupt from me at the most unexpected of moments and there are those moments afterwards, that can be filled with lustful couplings or exhausted embraces of tender arms as he rebuilds me. I could go and on and if you look back through my blog you will see that I have written all sorts of pieces that centre around this strong and powerful kink of mine.
Some of my kinks are things that I like to explore, some of them challenge me to accept them as mine and some of them are yet to be discovered but this one, this is maybe my kink of kinks. I love this kink, I understand this kink, I want to be spanked. I need that moments of surrender, the burn of my flesh, the shocking moment of impact, the delicious dance of pain and pleasure, the whimpered cries and the dark deviant marks left on my skin and maybe most of all I need to see that look in his eye when he gives me what I need because in that moment we are truly equals living on either side of these gloriously powerful moments that we share.
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