“I wish you wouldn’t hit me so hard,” I whined. “I need to build my tolerance back up.”
“Baby,” Pup said. “How do you think you build a tolerance?”
paddle
Not gonna lie, sometimes I consider what it might be like to take out my piercings so I can get my breasts really slapped or beaten again.
And before someone’s like “oh just do it with your piercings in:” no. NO. Pup accidentally slapped one of my breasts once because I was playing bratty and tried to move away from him slapping my face. The result was this almost comically high-velocity spray of blood and SO MUCH PAIN. Pup had to patch me up and put a bandaid on it while I whined.
So no, I’m not getting my breasts slapped with my piercings in. Though sometimes I totally think about taking them out for it.
I’m not even much of a masochist, really.
He used this, his hands and a cane.
When it came to the cane, he sat up at the head of the bed, placing the thumb of his free hand in my mouth to let me suck it while he caned me. I got into a certain kind of headspace pretty quickly from that.
I took a really hard beating the other day and handled it pretty well and my ass was red for like two days so that was very much a thing.
I haven’t been paddled in a really long time.
But I’m kind of a wuss.
So maybe we can keep it that way.
Sometimes, the back and forth feels a bit one-sided. I’ll play, if only for the sake of the game we’ve built up. But, you’ll have to let me serve once in a while. It’s only fair.