Lately my fantasies have centered around being given a long, sound spanking with a hairbrush. Hard and rapid fire. And way, way past my breaking point so that I lose my ability to bear the pain and the spanking keeps going. And going. And going some more until I'm well and truly blubbering.
Generally when anybody spanks me, they stop too soon. I'm always what seems like a few more minutes away from the spanking being well beyond what I can endure when it suddenly stops -- well within my ability to process the pain, despite how much it truly does hurt. Once a spanko friend said he could have me crying and begging for the spanking to stop, and I replied honestly and matter-of-factly: your arm will get tired first. He thought I was being cheeky and spanked me some more. But still not any where near enough to make me cry.
Of course, there are some logistical reasons why my fantasy won't work at the moment. My beloved is 5000 miles away. I'm on anti-coagulants and should avoid excessive bruising.
There are also more ambivalent issues, like, I live with a chronic pain condition (Fibromyalgia) in which my brain is not processing pain properly in the first place, and I'm not sure that turning up the amplifier even more is a great idea. I mean, each day I take two separate narcotics, along with a muscle relaxant and an anti seizure medicine just to make life tolerable. The primary muscular-skeletal area (as in, one of several types of pain I live with) in which I'm in pain is my sacro-iliac region - i.e. the middle of my right buttock. Surely spanking can't possibly be a good thing for that -- especially one as awful as what I'm fantasizing about.
Are there just some fantasies that, while having great aesthetic appeal, should just stay fantasy?
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
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Actually, I do believe that some fantasies are better off as fantasies.
I often have fantasies about scenarious I wouldn't be able to bear in reality. Unlike you, my pain threshold is nothing to write home about, but I do fantacise about being spanked long, hard and fast. In reality this translates to "smack Haron 3 times and see her levitate off your lap".
Same deal with tears: in fantasy, I sob my eyes out, in reality, if I start crying, this means something is going seriously wrong with me, and the scene should stop.
Oh, and soap? Hot fantasy, but tastes too vile to actually play with :)
Yeah, I'm thinking the same thing. Most of the time I'm of the "I'll try anything once" school but some fantasies probably just need to remain that reverie that lulls us to sleep.
Soap is one of those things I really hate, which is probably why it's such an effective deterrant. :P
i am the same way. i want to be spanked far beyond my limit but can find no one to do it for me. my hubby will swat my ass a few times, but stops. i want the full, pulled over the lap and have my ass blistered.
I too would like a real spanking like you described until I am bawling, sobbing and crying. At first I was afraid of telling him.
I opened up to boyfriend of 8 month that I like spanking. So we tried a few times. He spanked me until he was comfortable once. Than he spanked me until I safe worded out a few times. He gave me a timed 2 minutes hand spanking a few weeks later which was pretty good. Than I told what I really wanted to try.
Told him I wanted a very long no-nonsense real discipline punishment style spanking until I am crying beyond my ability to make words. I want no safe word, no time limit, no swat limit, no protection absolutely bare ass and no warm up this time. I told him I want to try to experience the thrill and adrenaline rush of making the choice to submit to it and to see if I can will myself to do. I just wanted to be held afterwards. He was very reluctant at first and we talked about it for days. I asked him for the rapid fire hard and fast style whacks but not at beginning. I wanted him to start off slower and build up so that that the spanking last longer. At first he wasn’t wanting to because he was concerned welts and bruises. After telling him that I expected that. Its still took him over week before he realized I was serious. He finally decided to give it a try.
We had to wait for another for his roommate to leave for the weekend like he planned to do. We got to his place. I pushed my jeans and panties all the down and he put me over his lap started spanking me with his hand really hard for a really long time. He let me up and I did that post spanking hop. Stiffened up, flew my hands over my ass as I pushed my hips forward and began rubbing frantically as I was hoping up and down. I was far from crying but I sure was fussing because that was the hardest and longest hand spanking I had ever got. After I calmed down enough stay in one place. He went to his room and came back. He pulled off he leather but fairly thin office belt doubled it half and asked me. “Ok, are you sure, no safe word, no time limit and no swat limit?” I respond with a yes. “Ok, that means I decide when this whippin stops not you, you sure that’s what you want, a belt thrashing until you are crying so hard you can’t make out words?”
There I was jeans and panties down to ankles now. As I was still rubbing I looked directly into his eyes, I shuffled over and gently put my arms around him and hugged him. I kissed him ever so gently and I and said, “Yes, please, I really do want to try this. So please don’t hold back but just start of slowly before you tear into me rapid fire ones ok?” “You'll get quit a few before I finish you off. Remember, your safe word is nullified the moment you laid over couch.
I laid over the arm of the couch after gave me his bed pillow from his room I can hang on too. He started in hard and continuous about one whack per second and it just seem to go on and on. I .”was fussing and yelling quite a bit every time the belt came down. Than right no where he was beat my ass really and really fast. It took my breath away. I shoved my face I to my pillow and started biting it trying to muffle my screaming. He was stopping, instinctively I tried shouting my safe word but he ignored and kept whacking away. I kicking and screaming and it went on and on. I don’t know how long it lasted but I broke into sobbing he still kept whipping my ass hard and fast. When he stopped I was bawling so hard I was hiccup crying and my eyes were all puffy “and stinging as tears were flowing. I just laid there sobbing. I couldn’t believe I was actually able to will myself to accept it. Its was pure release and he held me until I calmed down and afterwards I felt so tranquil and centered.
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