I love spankings.
Let me start here, with your ass – there is something in the curves, the way it rounds out when you bend over. A woman bent over and presenting herself to be taken strikes on something primal – it is the position of an animal in heat. It makes me want to fuck with her. To pull her down. It makes me want to be animal enough to take her.
The first handprint left on her skin is crimson in color. It stands at odds with the pristine, unmarked skin around it.
Here is one sliver of my sadistic side, and here is how it works. My pleasure is not in how I am inflicting pain, but that she is accepting it. That she is thriving on it. There is a degree of enjoyment in my implements: hands, flogger, paddle. But the true measure of my sadism is how much I simply love feeling her squirm, hear her gasps of pain slide along that steady crescendo into pleasure and tranquility of self.
Speaking of tranquility…