OneStripe(dom male) |
3 years ago •
Feb 13, 2021
About 2 seconds after I saw the welt on her back
3 years ago •
Feb 13, 2021
OneStripe(dom male) • Feb 13, 2021
I was 16 and in the first madness of a passionate and very sexual and totally inappropriate affair with the 32yo school bookkeeper who was also my best friend’s stepmother.
So many moral fails in that paragraph but I was at boarding school and the only male under 18 for miles getting laid so I may have crossed some lines I shouldn’t have. One day she mentioned that she had enjoyed how I had corrected her when she was rude and asked if I would punish her. I was 16 and militantly against striking a woman in any way, an attitude forged in some violent domestic incidents I had witnessed. I pushed back at first but she was quite insistent (something most Submissives are when they want what they need I was to learn later) and one afternoon in the eastern Kalahari Desert in western Zimbabwe I used a light cane, an item I was comfortable with from caning boys illegally and often for smoking, and bracing myself for the coming shame and self-loathing, laid down a vicious stipe on her back. She yelp and thanked me for caning her, and then I saw the almost instant raised welt across her back and all I thought it was that it looked incredibly beautiful and that I now understood what catharsis was, and felt no shame or fear, only a huge sensation of release and a sudden vision of all the permutations I could fit into a single stroke of the cane and wanted to see which worked best on the woman who wanted me to explore her pain. That’s when I realised I was a deliberately sadistic Dominant who really loves impact play of all kinds, except possibly using a closed fist, which on the only occasion that I let her convince me she needed and not just wanted, set off all kinds of alarms in my still working hatred of spousal abuse and for which I substituted using gloves, in a ring, which apparently isn’t as good for her but was 3 rounds of fun for me. |
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