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"lay on your belly little one" he says softly after stripping me bare.

I do as he says, tucking my pillow under my chin and crossing my ankles this is my usual sleeping position so I was already relaxed.

"Eyes closed" he whispers in my ear as he lays his body across my back his weight pressing me into the mattress.

"Are they closed?" He asks

"Hmm" I murmur being close to drifting off with his body laid on mine he was like a warm weighted blanket

He nips my ear sharply with his teeth and I yelp out with the shock

"Are they closed!?" His tone more biting but still playful

"Well, they arnt now!" I argue shoving my face back into my pillow pouting though he can't see

He chuckles "answer properly"

"Yes Sir, they are closed"

"Good girl" his weight leaves me and it made me feel instantly sad and cold.

I feel him leave the bed all together and hear the creek of the floor as he moves about the room.

He holds my ankle in place while he drags his thumb nail down the sole of my foot with his other hand. My foot jerks back in reflex but it wasn't unpleasant.

"Can you feel that?" He asks softly

"Yes Sir" I cross my ankles again. I feel him sit on the edge of the bed close to me, he pulls both my ankles towards him and rests them on his lap.

He holds them down with one palm of his hand and uses his thumb nail again dragging it down the sole of my foot, it's more sharp this time but not painful more like a deep tissue massage.

"Can you feel that?"

"Yes!" I chuckle "it's... Nice..."

I feel his hands move further up my legs, dragging his nails up and down. Harder and deeper each stroke. I start to squirm now with little moans falling from my mouth.

"I wasn't going for nice"

And then, he gets up!

I stay still and silent because I know better than to try and move or ask what's going on.

I hear the click of a cigarette lighter and slight panic enters my head! "Fuck he's going to burn me" I screamed internally but then I hear a searing noise and realized he's lit something.

The mattress dips with his weight again, he moves me across slightly then sits astride the bottom of my back

"Keep still little one"

A endless second goes by and then I feel the first hit of something hot hit my back and I hiss through my teeth with the shock and several other drops.

"Fuck! What's that! I scream then clamping my mouth shut again regretting my outburst

"Can you feel that? " he asks while laughing

"you think!" I drawl sarcastically (well I'd already let my mouth run, no going back now)

He laughs " it's just wax" he explains matter of fact continuing to drop it on me from a decent height.

"oh" I say As if I'd never heard the word before.

"does it hurt little one?" He asks in a sinister tone while watching me squirm

"it's just wax" I fire back mirroring his words from moment ago. I swear I could hear the shit splitting grin that I know came on his face

I hear the spark of the lighter again.

Fuck sake

The droplets become hotter and came down faster, he'd lit a second candle titling them at an angle where the wax melts quicker. He was using me as his own personal canvas

"Stay still" he warned "I want to make a pretty picture and I can't with you moving so much. If you continue to move then I'll pour wax on your ass, peel it , spank you hard and we'll start again. Would you like that?" He asks absolutely laced with sinister sarcasm.

"No, I wouldn't"

So I lay there, face in the pillow. Biting it occasionally when he got close with the candle and became his canvas. I could hear him spark other candles a few times whilst I laid there, only twitching occasionally.

His weight finally shifts.

"Well then, don't you look lovely! Rise up slowly then take a look at yourself in the full length mirror"

I do as he says being curious more than anything, I walk to the mirror turning my back towards it and find beautiful vibrant colours all over my back!

"Wow!"

"Do you like it?" He asks while lent against the door arc

"It looks so cool! Thank you!"

I noticed the baby oil in his hands.

He grins at me happy with his work "good, bathroom time now though! I need to oil you up to clean you up!"

On the weekend I broke my 70 day sober streak. I'm sober for several reasons mostly because I have no self control and end up binding which leads to crippling anxiety, shame and self loathing for several days/weeks after.

I drank 20 pints and was riddled with shame the next day!

I was complaining to a friend that if i was in a permanent dynamic I'd be so much better because I needed punishing for being an idiot! He agreed I needed spanking for this and said he'd help.

I was told to collect the wooden spoon (pet hate of mine to be spanked with but not a limit) and something to write the "bad girl" tattoos with, I elected for black eyeliner.

"I want you to write "bad" on your right breast and "girl" on the left"

"Yes Sir"

"Then "sorry" on your right thigh and "daddy" on the left"

"Yes Sir"

"You are to kneel and say "I'm sorry I've been bad daddy and here is my penance"

I do so immediately.

"Good"

"We'll start with your pussy, 20 spanks on each lip. You will count and say "I'm sorry I was bad daddy"

"Yes Sir"

"After that, we'll repeat the same on your breasts, 20 each breast and 20 on each ass cheek but this will be done by hand. I think this is a reasonable warm up"

"Warm up!" I squeak!

"You have to pay for those 20 pints and one multiple of 20 isn't enough, don't you agree?" His voice was stern enough I knew not to try and play or complain.

"Yes Sir" I answer quickly, he was right I needed this punishment, I needed to learn.

I laid and took the first hit on my pussy lip, jumping from the first shock and started to count "I'm sorry I was bad daddy, one"

This carried on.

whack

whack

whack

Finally the last hit came.

"Good, now the other lip"

And we start again, the burn started to set in by this point along with my regret of my binge.

whack

whack

whack

The final one hit my pussy lip! "I'm sorry I've been bad daddy, 20!" I was thankful for the slight breather I got before he started on my thigh with the spoon.

At this point I was really starting to wimper, my voice had gone gravely as I kept counting each hit, squirming and counting as quick as I could without stuttering in fear of starting the count again.

My thigh section was complete and he swiftly moved on the my breasts and ass by hand, I kept my count but I was exhausted by now.

"Good" he said pleased with his handy work.

"Now that we've warmed up the areas, they are going to get 10 spanks for each pint. That's 200, so 100 each side. 100 each breast, 100 each cheek, 100 each thigh, 100 each pussy lip"

I can easily say my eyes fell out my head when he said this!

My punishment was carried out with gusto and towards the end I was on the brink of tears!

My skin skipped the red stage and went straight to bruising, fetching veins out all along the impact sites especially my boobs.

"Thank you for punishing me daddy"

He winked at me, "welcome to day one"

I fell asleep quickly but waking up several time with skin burns, I was okay with it.
Tags: Spanking,Punishment,Funishment(add)
May 23, 2022

First time I was spanked by an older man

This memory is still as fresh as if it was yesterday... It's never left me and I truly believe it's made a major impact on my sex life, alot like the fight/fucking scene in Mr and Mrs Smith I remember seeing the roughness and passion sparked something inside me even at the tender age of 13 maybe...

This particular guy I saw in the pub on a regular basis. Irish fella, beautiful blue eyes and a smile that made me squirm! I often thought he had a look of Gerard butler about him. I was still young at the time, 18 maybe 19 and had zero idea what I was doing when it came to men or sex but one thing I did Know was that the air crackled between us when we were near each other! We'd do our little dance, flirted...secret touches... Glances and winks across a room.

With me being so young I was still with my parents and didn't dare stay out for the night so everytime he offered for me to go back to his flat I declined. An opportunity came when I was house sitting for friends all that week so I had a place to go...so I did my usual routine I went to the pub and he was there smiling as I came to say hello...I got on with my night having a few drinks with friends, passing by to flirt with and tease him... whispering flith in his ear...he knew it was going to be the night he could finally have me.

Once I took him back to my friend's house my tipsy cocky attitude soon vanished, i nervously scurried to the kitchen to get a drink of water. Turning my back to the sink I find him lent against the door ark smiling at me..."would you like a drink?" I offer just to break the silence. He shakes his head then takes a few steps to where I was, caging me between him and the kitchen worktop...he slowly bends towards my lips kissing me ever so softly...his tongue slowly exploring mouth and me trying to do the same (I think I'd only ever kissed a few people at this point only 2 of them actually been men)

Suddenly he lifts me onto the kitchen counter kissing me more deeply and rougher, a small burst of confidence came when I wrapped my legs round his waist pulling him into me...feeling how big and hard he was for the first time...he then lifts me completely off the worktop and pulls away from my mouth for a second "bed time I think" with a wolfish grin....I replied by rubbing my nose on the end of his up and down in a silence response grinning from ear to ear. He carried me up the stairs with me still wrapped round his waist (I realised then how much strong men turned me on) once we got into the bedroom we began to undress one another, my hands shaking with nerves "shhh, calm down" he says soothing me, he then lays me on the bed taking my nipple in his mouth while slipping a single finger inside me I whimper embarrassed to make noise at the time "your so wet and warm!" He declared while slipping the second finger inside me making me fully moan that time "that's my girl...that's my girl" he praised the more I relaxed and got excited.

"Tell me what do you like?" He asked while still exploring my body I was hazy with all the sensation going on I simply said "being spanked" he stilled for a second smiling down at me "do you now?" With a smug all knowing grin that made my face go red. He pulls me up slowly and says "come here then" I awkwardly bend over on all fours expecting him to strike me that way but all I got was a loud laugh at my innocence and inexperience "no silly girl" he says while shaking his head and tsking. He then pulls me towards him and positions me over his knee. "Your only the second women I've ever been with that liked this" and then CRACK! his hand came down hard and fast which shocked me but sent pleasure bolting through me making a moan escape.

He rubbed my bum better and repeated the act again but in a difference spot getting closer to my sex each time I'm writhing by now crying out at the pain and moaning at the pleasure when be rubbed me better it was everything I fantasized about I'd never been so turned on, he abruptly stops my spanking to my dismay to sink his fingers into my pussy "your soaked! You really do like that don't you? You naughty girl! I can't wait any longer I need to be inside you!" He moved me so he could be on top of me pinning my hands above my head "you've teased me for months so I'm going to savour you nice and slow and your going to take it all arnt you?" Yes I am was all I replied while he fucked me slowly all night

The complexity of a D/s relationship is limitless and never textbook, what one Dom would consider very disrespectful and none submissive behaviour another would laugh and just consider it cheekiness.

My personal relationship with my Dom is very relaxed and playful, he fully admits he enjoys my bratiness. We laugh together a lot, I'm not shy to voice my opinion or challenge his authority at all it usually followed by some sarcastic comment as soon as he's asked me to do something.

My favourite is to ask him to "say please" to me when he tells me to do something which is usually met with "get on with it!" In a sharper tone, i usually fall back with laughter because I never get tired of my Sirs face! 

Some brats seek physical punishment as a reward for their bratty behaviour, that smile on the old man's face does me just fine! :) 

Funny what you enjoy as a sub, the little things I mean. For example I REALLY enjoy pushing my luck and making my Sir laugh just as I'm about to get into trouble. I believe a good sub should have their Dom wrapped round their little finger to an extent ofcorse. 

I personally believe it to be a slight shift in power I mean by rights I should be getting a smacked backside for being cheeky yet I'm rewarded with a smile and laughter! 

As narcissitc as this sound I'm pretty charming as a person so bending people to my will in my vanilla life is easy but with a Dom it's a new challenge, a new game and a new way to blur the lines. Am I going to get a smack for being cheeky? Who knows but it's damn fun to find out ;)

Frustration is plaguing me the last few days. I find myself having zero tolerance nor patients for most things, lent over my desk once I've finished looking at emails with fingers pinching the bridge of my nose feeling my temper rise and a head ache coming on.

It laymen's terms it's at this point i know I need a good hiding and fucked incredibly hard.

I'll crack my neck and my knuckles then let a sigh out, I'll also debate having a few rounds on the punch bag to help ease my temper but again I know what I need, my time is due but for now another outlet is needed!

Since I've started on the cage which is probably less then a month I've come across some diverse people to say the least and learnt alot more then I first thought.

Although I'm not a stranger to BDSM I'm definitely still green! Thankfully I'm come across some decent Dom's that are more then willing to answer my queries. 

I've always found myself wiser and curious for my age, it's a realm that's fascinated me since I knew what it was. Although my first thoughts my natural Catholic guilt thinking I was due some internal damnation for being a "sadist" when it turns out I'm far from it.

Also doesn't mean I have "daddy issues" because I want an older man to spank me and be affectionate towards me, actually just means I have an ideal type for the role I want him to play and I'm sure it's vice versa.

I've learnt I need to submit because I control every aspect of my personal life which is physically possible, I had alot of control taken away from me in my youth and it's made me go into hyper mode with it to say the least so having someone take care of me and be affectionate towards me in a certain way is a big thing for me. A big thing but not a bad thing as I've learnt! 

Cravings... I've often wondered why I've behaved like I have most of my short life, I can literally describe it as an impulse, an urge. 

I've always "played up" since I can remember with most male authority figures, I loved the reaction that I got! The telling off but you could always see the smile, the slight twitch from their lips and the shine in their eyes when they found me funny and cute so I'd get away with whatever I was in trouble for. That was my prize! The smile and "here comes trouble" remarks or "spoilt little brat arnt you?".

As I reached my late teens I realized it was some sort of power, manipulation yes but power to my advantage just the same. Older men especially responded to my little game, I'd flirt and push my luck giving them cheek and baiting them till I got what I wanted, wether it be a quick kiss or been taken over a knee. I've topped from the bottom as far back as I can remember and the lesser intelligent just see me as sweet and innocent but the wise ones the men of the world, they know what I am,what I need, what I crave...