Tag: Spanking

Confessions of a Bad Girl

Written and submitted for Wicked Wednesday. Some of the other writings this week are awesome, so do swing by and give them a read.

I’m a bad girl. I can’t help but think that I deserve a damn good spanking, whrainbowcircle1-150ile being told what dirty, voyeuristic pervert I am. Though to be told that I need to confess something to you first. I am a peeping tom, of the auditory variety.

In my defence, the floors are thin. It’s not as if I can stop myself hearing. I suppose I don’t need to turn all my appliances off so I can hear more clearly though. I could also keep my mind occupied with other things instead of imagining her naked, legs spread, cunt dripping as she fucks herself.

The first time her moans drifted down into my apartment I tried to ignore them, to stay focused. I lasted a good fifteen minutes before my fingers were parting my wet lips, as my other hand found my vibrator in what can only be described as a frenzied urge to come.

I could hear her gasping and moaning, the quiet lulls in sound as she held back before building herself up again. I however was nowhere near as controlled, I wanted that throbbing between my legs to give way to something stronger, the need to feel ripples of pleasure flowing through me was overwhelming.

Today I soon forget her once my orgasm has started to build, my memories take me to a place I know intimately. My minds landscape is filled with images of you. Images of your body as your flesh meets mine, your eyes shining as you tease and deny me. The desire for you intensifies, until the need within me lies like a weight upon my chest. I miss you desperately in these moments. I want to burst forth from my own skin with the frustration of needing you so desperately in your absence.

The vibrator thrums against my clit, and my skin is on fire with the pleasure that is beginning to ripple through me. The walls of my cunt begin to flex and clench, a cruel reminder that you are not here filling me and fucking me. My hips move rhythmically though as if they can somehow will you into being.

The room fills with the cacophony of sounds that escape my mouth, as teeth graze lips and I salivate at the thought of your hands against my throat and your deep whispers promising all manner of depraved things that are yet to come. In this moment even my mouth feels empty without you. I want you to fill it, like I want to fill every part of me. Both physically and metaphorically.

I want your fingers and you cock to push into me and probe every corner of my being that you can reach. While your mouth and tongue fill my own with kisses. Kisses that I will devour with feverish need, so that I can dine out on the memories of them on days like today. I want to drink you in until I’m drowning in you. I want you inside of me and surrounding me, and filling all the spaces in between.

Instead of being filled though I’m being emptied, as my orgasm ricochets through me, leaving no part of me untouched as it gushes out of me in a dazzling display of squirting.

I’m lying here thighs wet, in a puddle of my own juices and it is now that I realise she is not alone. The sound of thighs slapping against arse is too familiar to go unnoticed, and my chest tightens once more with thoughts of you. The tingling fires up again, even though my orgasm has barely subsided. The urges are animalistic now, and I won’t be sated until there is flesh beneath nails and teeth marks peppered across our bodies.

I’m counting down the minutes until you are home, and if you manage to restrain me as the wild urges burst forth and ravage you, then maybe I will get the spanking I deserve.

Kink of the Week: My Thoughts on Spanking

Kink-of-the-WeekLips-mark-sq-250.pngThis blog post was inspired by the Kink of the Week Prompt, you can find out more about that and read the other post submitted for this topic by clicking here.

I was catching up on some post from blogs I follow and one the blogs was written by PixieHeartblog and  inspired by the Kink of the Week prompt from MollysDailyKiss, the topic of the blog post was Hand Spanking. It got my little brain whirring and I realised that while I’ve discussed my love of pain before I haven’t explicitly spoken about what things cause the pain I enjoy. Hand Spanking however is one of the things.

I love being spanked. It is probably one of my favourite actions to be on the receiving end of. I like all kinds of spankings, but I especially love spankings that hurt. If they hurt so good that they make me cry then even better. I love the catharsis that comes with being pushed to the point where I just can’t hold on to the tears any longer. The first time this happened I was full of apology, promising nothing had gone wrong and nothing was upsetting me. I started to worry that maybe something was wrong, that I wasn’t okay, but experience has led me to understand that my tears are a perfectly normal reaction and that it is okay to embrace that feeling of freedom and weightlessness that follows a thorough spanking.

Spankings for me are not punishment, nor would I ever want them to be. Spanking for me plays more into the hands of my masochistic side, and also my sexual side with the right partner. That’s right, spanking might make me horny. Being spanked then fucked and/or spanked as I’m fucked is all the fun. I was realising this that really made me thinking about exploring other kinks I might have. I figured that if this new and previously unexplored thing turned me on in new ways, maybe other things would do too.

Another thing spanking isn’t for me is submissive. Obviously in a spanking scene I am the bottom, because I am having the spanking done to me, but spanking has never made the submissive in me rise to the surface, other actions definitely do this, but for some reason spanking isn’t one of them. I would struggle for example to come straight out of a scene where I was in FemDom mode and find it fun to be tied up, I could easily accept a spanking though, because for me it’s just an awesome, fun thing that I enjoy.

My specific variety of hand spanking that I enjoy is bare handed. The feeling of hand straight onto bum cheek is awesome. A light spank makes me want to wiggle my bum for something harder, and a hard spank makes me want to withdraw my bum to signal for something softer, and for me that battle can only be won by the firmer spank. Eventually after a good few, solid, rhythmic spanks my bum gives into the sensations being caused and I just relax into it.

As someone who could not orgasm, at all, ever, not alone and not with a partner. Spanking became a bit of a saviour in terms of unlocking my sexual desires and new arousal levels. I had tried every single recommended method of trying to achieve orgasm. I knew all about relaxing and exploring my own body, I’d tried toys and lube. I’d never faked one, my partner at the time knew I enjoyed sexual activities but that it would not and may never result in an orgasm. When one day we included spanking for some reason, the orgasm receptors seemed to fire up and I slowly started to discover that kinky things would help unlock my orgasms.

I also enjoy giving spankings, it’s not one of Bakji’s favourite things to do, so I don’t do it often but when I do I really enjoy it. I love seeing his bum cheeks go a lovely shade of red, and the sound my hand makes when it comes into contact with his flesh makes my vagina twitch with excitement. I like the fact he flinches and says ‘ouch’ whilst shuffling out of reach, but will obediently return so I can do it again. My hands like to spank, then move to see how hard he is, it feeds multiple parts of my FemDom ego when I discover that he is nearly always still hard despite the fact he doesn’t thrive on the pain of it like I do.

I’ve never spanked someone like me, who actively seeks out and enjoys the ouch a spanking can provide. I wonder if I’d enjoy that in the same way. Or if my particular brand of Sadism is fed by my partner being slightly reluctant (though I should add thoroughly consenting) to receive pain. I realise this has now taken a slightly sinister turn, so let’s try and get back to matter a hand. Nice warm and red bum cheeks that are partial to the benefits of a good spanking.

For me spanking is relaxing, calming, sexy, arousing and cathartic. It is one of those single actions that can allow me to escape from all other thoughts for a while. It’s also something I can enjoy independent of a kink scene. Bakji could quite literally dish out spanks completely randomly, with no other kinky or sexy stuff included and that would feel quite satisfying for me. I’ve realised while writing this that it’s been a fairly long time since I’ve been on the receiving end of a spanking, so I’ve added it to our sexy Trello to register my interest. Maybe there will be an upcoming blog post called ‘My Return To Being a Spankee’.