As my few readers are aware AP and I are just starting our exploration into the kink side. I may, admittedly, be moving a little faster then Sir would like. We all have our hangups. Apparently once I got past mine I waved goodbye and embraced the new me. I have few hangups left. Only two actually.
Calling Sir "Daddy" and paddle spanking.
The Daddy one stems from being molested by my biological father until I was 8 years old and the state of Kansas finally terminated his parental rights. Not to mention the molesting done to me while in foster care. Understandable, right? What about the paddle spanking, you ask? Well, as luck would have it I was adopted into a fine ultra-conservative Nazarene family. The following sums up the Nazarene faith: No drinking, no smoking, no dancing, no gays, no going to the movies (but you can rent it and watch it at home), corporal punishment (spare the rod spoil the child), must go to church no less then three times a week (not really a rule but it should be seeing as I spent most of my childhood/teendom at church), Father always knows best (even though Mother is really in control), children should be seen and not heard (even after grown and moved out). Pretty much any conservative running for president currently. Is it any wonder I turned my back on it? My Mother would paddle us with a bread board. She broke it once. On. My. Ass. She also cured me of sticking my hands back there to protect my butt. My brother would laugh at her. Yes, my biological brother and I were adopted into the same family and it was all my fault. I spent a lot of time in my room. Alone. I taught myself to crochet and sew. I was a voluptuous reader. I rarely watched t.v., still don't. That's what happens when you spend six months or more grounded from it at a time. You. Just. Don't. Care. Anymore.
My point? Right... I warned you I was taking pain meds. Anywho...
Reward versus Punishment. I've not been in the BDSM community long but I have gathered one thing thus far. Pain is punishment. Pain is bad. Spanking is something done to someone who's been bad. BUT I DON'T WANT TO BE BAD!! *cough* All I want to do is make Sir (although I prefer to call him Dommy) happy. Why would I want to make him mad in order to be spanked for punishment? I'm not trying to be radical or change BDSM but this is probably why some say we aren't doing kink right. I'm in pain every day. On a scale of 1-10 I live in the 4-6 range daily. Right now it's around 8-10 even with pain meds. Making something else hurt makes me forget about my hands. The 'ole reverse psychology bit. Let's make my ass hurt to make me forget about my hands. Oh, and orgasms? I love sex endorphins! They take ALL my pain for a little bit. A spanking/flogging from Sir is my reward for a job done well. For being good. For completing my tasks. For being a good subbie. Sir also likes to see me squirm. We both get something out of it. So we aren't doing BDSM like "normal" (HA!) folks. This is our choice. Being given a spanking has always had negative connotations for me. I don't want my relationship with Sir to have a negative undertone. I want it to be happy.
I love the way Sir caresses my ass in-between floggings. Like he's trying to rub the hurt away. The touch of his smooth soft hands on my stinging ass turns me on. Sometimes he'll dribble the ends of the flogger over my ass. The soft suede kisses me silently. For me it is the stark contrast between pain and softness.
It takes me away from my constant pain.
It is my happy place.
Welcome young masochist. :)ReplyDelete
Thank you Slippery!ReplyDelete