“We need a safeword.”
“Ok. Pick one.”
“I can’t think of anything! I’m nervous.”
“Well, you need to pick so you’ll remember it.”
“Ok.” My heart was pounding. I’d never picked a safeword for myself. I don’t allow myself to be vulnerable like that. But I had asked for this, and I wanted it.
Safeword chosen, I stripped and laid face down on the bed. I peeked up at him.
He had the riding crop in his hand. Oh. So not open palm like we’ve tried before. Instead of widespread pain like I had only experienced one other time, this was to be a series of sharp, stinging, small painful hits. I hadn’t thought about this.
“Relax.” Yeah, like that was going to happen. I tried not to tense my body. I held my face in my hands and waited.
He knelt on the bed beside me, crop in hand. There was no warning, just a light swish of air as the crop hit my right butt cheek. My body flinched. He hadn’t hit very hard, but hard enough to cross the line to a little bit of pain. He didn’t wait too long before the next hit on my left cheek. He alternated between hits and watched my body do little flinches of surprised, painful response.
I hoped he wouldn’t tell me not to flinch. I wasn’t ready for that yet.
The hits started to come harder. Most of the time he alternated cheeks, but randomly he would strike the same cheek, in what felt like the same spot, and it would hurt. A lot. I let my whimpers and moans be heard. But I knew this only spurred him on.
The slaps of the crop stung and left my skin with this warming feeling. I was no longer worrying about whether or not to control my flinching. It was out of the question. He wasn’t waiting for me to settle down or prepare for the next. It was already happening before the sting of the first stopped.
He paused a moment to kiss my red cheeks. “So beautiful,” he breathed against my skin. “So warm.” My breath shuddered. He resumed spanking me with the crop.
My hands gripped my head, pulling slightly at my hair. I bit my lip and tried to breath through the pain. He made my spread my legs and hit my ass near my inner upper thigh. I howled with pain after two sharp hits. I pulled my legs shut, so happy I hadn’t suggested restraints. I couldn’t handle many blows like that.
With my legs closed, he returned to my ass and started hitting three sharp whacks to the same spot, and then changing. It hurt so bad my whole body started twisting away from him in pain. Tears started falling down my cheeks; I’ve never started crying so fast.
I heard him jerking off with his free hand. He liked it so much. In a frenzy of emotions, I tried to process how I was letting this happen, why I had asked for this, how he could be turned on by it, and just how I knew that my cries and tears (definitely audible to him) would all turn him on more than I probably wanted to know.
He made me spin away from him several more times. He didn’t always let me get back to laying on my stomach before he hit me again. I cried and yelled my pain. The tears helped me through it.
Finally, he stopped and I was happy. I’d almost used the safeword, but now that it was over I was happy I had endured. Happy despite the pain and falling tears.
I’d never felt so vulnerable. I laid there as he put the crop away and I continued crying. So many emotions that I couldn’t understand were washing through me.
He returned to the bed and laid beside me, one hand stroking my hair and the other holding my hands in his. He was so gentle. I was so raw and tender and he looked on me with such love. I don’t remember what he said. He comforted me, held me, and supported me.
He let me cry my tears. He soothed me and held me as the emotions slowly evaporated away. I ended up laying on his chest, resting. Eventually, I asked about how much he had enjoyed spanking me and hearing me cry. He hadn’t come, but his continued boner told me how much he was still turned on.
I laid on his chest as he jerked off. He held my head against him and told me how beautiful I was and how he wanted to do it again.
|Taken after he had jacked off. Still a little pink.|