When Master C spanks/thrashes me it hurts; it’s supposed to; I’ve been a bad girl and He is punishing me for my misdeeds/misbehaviour and punishment is meant to hurt. So yes, there is pain, but that pain gives me intense pleasure.
Being the wayward slut that I am, Master C is never short of a reason to bend me over, bare my arse and apply whatever measure of punishment, delivered by whatever implement He feels is appropriate for the transgression in question. I never challenge Him on it; it His is right to punish me as He deems fit and I have accepted that my actions must have consequences.
Confession time:
- I have a particular fondness for His belt. I love the sharp stinging pain as it connects with my flesh, and I love the deep, angry red marks that it leaves and that take so many days to heal.
- I have been know to deliberately misbehave in order to provoke a spanking/thrashing.
Yes, the feel of his hand, or the leather against my skin turns me on, but it is so much more than that. The punishment is, for me, a redemptive act; it is a way of not just earning Master C’s forgiveness, but knowing I’ve earned it. Every time I’ve “failed him”, whether it be not sucking His cock to His satisfaction, to fucking some random guy I fancied in the pub, I know that with every stinging, burning slap or lash, that Master C is forgiving me as much as He is punishing me.
The mark of Master C’s forgiveness, the badge of His care for me, the sign of His instruction, is the burning red glow of my well skelpt arse.
So yes, it hurts, yes, it is a pain, but it is a beautiful, restorative pain with an intense deeper meaning that brings me so much pleasure and reassurance.
I was surprised the first time Benjamin used the belt on me how much I loved it. It’s def a favorite now!
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I don’t have the same relationship with punishment, it’s interesting to read about yours 🙂
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I don’t act up to get the punishment (my mind cringes away from the thought) but I do recognize the restorative pain you speak of.
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