Making an impact

by Molly Moore
Cropped image of michael digging fingers into red flesh of molly's bum for post about impact play

I love impact play but for many more reasons than just the contact of hard thing against poor bottom.

I love when he says it is time. Sometimes he already has the chosen implements to hand and other times he will disappear off and I can hear him in his room or my office looking through our joint collection of kinky bits for what he wants to use. Sometimes I will ask for something in particular but mostly not. I like it when he picks even if I will then moan about what he selected.

Then there is the impact play itself. I have written a lot about that subject over the years but today like so often it was a battle of wills. Not really his over mine, although there were moments but more mine over my own body’s instinct to make it stop. That surge of pain at the beginning as my body tries to tell me to protect myself. How intense that is and how much I have to focus and know that if I just go with it that urge will turn into something different, a wave of pain and pleasure that I can ride and dive into. It is so hard to explain if you have never experienced it but if you have, well if you know you know.

But there are other moments I love too. When he tries to coax me through it. Reminding me to breathe, telling me I can do it. Talking about the bruises I will get it and how much I will love them and then there are moments where he stops, maybe to change implement or sometimes to just taunt me and tease me. I know really it is a method of checking in but it also often feels like a challenge

“More?”

But one of the things I love is when he trails his finger tips over the throbbing heat of my skin. Oddly that oh so gentle touch can have me sucking in my breath as much as the actual paddle does. The contrast makes my skin twitch and seems to make the sore ache intensify as my body tries to make sense of the softness where moment ago their was something fair more brutal but then those soft caresses will change and he will bury his fingers into my aching flesh. Hard powerful fingers digging deep into all the bits that hurt so much making them hurt more, ache more, throb more,

Yeah there is a lot a things I love about impact play but that, the contrast between gentle and rough, that simplicity of it, the way just his fingers can make me wince and cry out. That is one of my favourite parts about getting a damn good beating

Michael digging his finger deep into mollys red and bruised flesh on molly's bum

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5 comments

Jerbear July 10, 2022 - 2:53 pm

Damn! You write exquisite erotica.

I actually like the second photo best. We can see you clutching the pillows and get a better sense of both the pain and pleasure.

Thank you Molly.

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PiecesofJade July 10, 2022 - 11:53 pm

I can’t tell you how happy it makes me to see your paddled bottom again. 1. Because – duh – your lovely paddled bottom, but also 2. Because you’re getting paddled again. Yay!

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mywildlens July 11, 2022 - 11:15 am

Such exquisite redness!

I feel like what really draws me to the idea of this kind of play is that interplay between trust and vulnerability that it creates. You describe this and the sensations so well.

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Zack July 12, 2022 - 11:34 am

This is wonderful!!!

I love the photo, the redness is amazing!

Great write up on the emotions and intensity of the whole thing, it’s a beautiful type of play. I love it.

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Bee July 13, 2022 - 5:17 pm

I absolutely hear you on this, my brain and my body fight against each other when it comes to impact play. I’m terrified of the pain and yet my body craves it. And weirdly, I’ve found I react very differently with different people but cannot for the life of me understand why!

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