With my interest in spanking I think my sex life would have been rather ordinary and dull I should imagine, so getting and giving my first spanking was my first step in to the world of kink. There is something special about being spanked, paddled and cane that is rather exciting in all its stages.
First you have the waiting and the knowing that a woman is about to spank you, or worse cane you. That produces the knots int the stomach and the clammy hands, and worse still a erection to add to the embarrassment of baring your bum. Those feelings just increases as your order to drop you trousers and bare you bum with all on display. With a hard cock and a red face you go over the knee just hoping you don't make a mess on those beautiful legs.
Once your in position, a arm goes over your back to hold you in position and the then spanking starts. Firm spanks start falling on your behind warming the surface turning it red. Each one adding to the pain of the one before. Spanking away your erection, hopefully before you leave an any pre-cum on your ladies leg, which is sure to extend the punishment. Every so often the spanking stops and the rubbing begins, a brief and welcome break from the pain and one that brings the nerves in your bottom back to life for the next round of spanks which is followed by the next and the next and the next.
When the spanking stops, the command to bend over the chair and grab the seat brings you back to life, any rubbing of the bottom as you rise is met with a sharp smack across the back of the legs. Over the chair you go as the leather strap is picked before you from the coffee table in front of you. Then you feel it coolness on your burning behind, knowing full well that soon it will be making you bottom even hotter. Suddenly you feel the tap tap tap of the strap on your bottom, before it is brought down hard on your waiting bum, making you screw up your face in pain and wobble on the chair. Over and over and over again the strap falls, with but a few rests to rub your bottom back into to life, so you feel the pain again and to make sure there is no chance of it going numb.
Finally it is time for the cane, you knew it was coming from the moment you saw it sitting there on coffee table. In a way it what you fear in another it is what you want. It really a love and hate relationship that you have with the instrument that you know will hurt like hell but leave those lovely lines on your sorry bum, which for days will remind you of your spanking. But at that moment all you can focus on is the cane being lined up on you bottom, then the whoosh as it flies through the air and the crack as it lands on your bottom. Moments later to turn into a line of fire burning into you already red and sore bum. A process that is repeated time and time again with the last stroke, as in the tradition being the hardest, that bites into the core of your being.
When the spanking is over it comes to the time to say thank you. Falling to your knees you lift the skirt of the lady holding the cane before you and push your face into the crouch of her damp wet knickers, trying to take in every ounce of scent with your nose. Pulling the gusset aside you start licking that sweet spot to bring her a body shuddering climax as thank you for her hard work, hoping that in return she will give you release from the reborn erection and the pressure in balls by riding you until you come, while you sore bum rubs on the carpet as a reminder of your punishment.
So that is a spanking and why do I do it other than that it turns me me on when it hurts, well it feels to be in that position where someone else is in charge. It makes me feel safe and loved for, because this isn't something that is abusive. It is something I need and want and after I feel clean, but better still it brings me and together. But of course it hurts like hell at times, especially when your been really bad and your cold caned.
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