Coming down the stairs after playing with her master, she pauses to gaze in the mirror. Slowly turning around, she raises her skirt just enough to peak at the lovely red welts across her bum. The denim brushing lightly across her skin stings a bit. However, she smiles as her mind drifts thinking of how erotic his cane felt swatting her ass. Slipping back down her skirt, she smiles at the idea of others being able to sneak a peek at her badge of honor as she heads home on the subway.
Erotic isn’t it? The first time I read a scene similar to this one, my lady bits flipped and fluttered. I was instantly turned on. Yet, at the same time, my head was screaming, ‘Are you crazy?’
It’s not like spanking is a foreign idea to me, Hubby and I indulge in impact play quite often. We even own a few crops and canes. However, our fun is what I like to call ‘Sensual BDSM’. Leaving deep red stripes when we play, has always been strictly off-limits. If Hubby causes my bottom to become too red during playtime, he stops to sooth my hot skin before continuing. Even seeing heavy scenes and marks left in BDSM video clips, has always made me wince.
Yet, throughout the day I found my mind drifting back to the story and thinking of how erotic it was. I dwelt on how she cherished her red stripes. Before I knew it, I was thinking about Hubby pushing my boundaries to see how much I could take. I don’t know why this time was so different, but it was.
After few days of working myself up, I shared my new fantasy with Hubby. Needless to say, he was a bit taken back by it all. He knows my history; the years of abuse and working in the sex industry had left me scared. Knowing all too well how easily I freaked out, He wondered how this time was going to be different. I did my best to convince him of how safe I felt under his control and how I’d never been in fear with him. Still, not wanting me to freak out later, he made me promise to use my safe word; so I did.
After a long passionate kiss, Hubby forcibly bent me over playing his role to a tee. Unlike in times past, he wielded the paddle with power. The first time it hit my skin, I wanted to let out a yelp. Biting my bottom lip instead, my muscles flinched as the paddle came down again and again on my raised butt. Pushing the arch of my back firmly into the bed, he commanded, “spread your legs apart, wider.” The wood felt hard and solid hitting me. Stinging down deep into my muscles, I thought about our safe word. I knew I could use it and he would immediately stop, but I didn’t want him too. Last week I would have, but this time I wanted to see how much I could take before having to break down. I planted my feet firmly beneath me with determination. As the stings became more intense, I could feel my skin getting hotter. Letting go of my fears, the pain turned into pleasure. Embracing each smack, I could feel my body quiver with delight. The sweet release of erotic moans flowed out from deep inside me. Hubby slowed down and began to gently rub my bottom. His touch stung and made me cringe a bit. Gently kissing my skin and began to apologize. Stopping him, I jumped up to look in the mirror. Seeing my bright red bum, I smiled and said, ‘Looks nice. Doesn’t it?’ He just smiled back and pulled me back down.
I can’t remember the exact moment, but over the past few weeks ‘s there’s been a shift in my thinking. No longer does too much pain instantly take me back to those years when I was battered and abused. Now free from baggage that I’ve carried for much too long, I can explore new pleasures. Letting go, I long to see how much I can take; sometimes, even begging for it. It excites me to look into Hubby’s eyes and see the power that he feels when I’m under his control. Latter, I savor my red bum and eagerly await the next time.