Eureka! I’m a Spanko

SKYE BLUE

Today I’m going to share my own spanking story in hopes that it will inspire one of you (you can’t tell, but I’m looking pointedly at all our male readers) to consider offering up your own bottom to my dear friend Elizabeth Rose, so she can give you a good spanking. As she stated in The Delicate Art of Spanking yesterday, she’s been having trouble finding willing partners.

A few years ago, while I was partaking in some decent if not predictable action, with my then boyfriend, he surprised me by slapping my ass. People, I was absolutely horrified and was gearing up to tell Mr. Man all about himself, but before I could get the words ‘WTF do you think you’re doing?’ out of my mouth, he hit me again. Then, as the sting (and shock) started to fade and he planted a third slap on me, I realized something. I actually liked being spanked.

‘Oh my God. Hit me again,’ I shouted, much to my surprise.

He gladly obliged, hitting me over and over again until I climaxed.

Now, that night was an eye-opening for me. You see I am one of the most pain averse women that ever walked this earth (it’s just the wus in me I guess), so I never imagined that I’d ever be turned on by experiencing pain. But y’all let me tell you that as Mr. Man spanked me, I discovered that nothing heightens the feeling of being ‘stroked’ correctly like being spanked (a touch of wasabi on my sushi indeed…who knew?).

FYI: There are some very good reasons why Elizabeth Rose and I (and most likely more than a few of you reading this) are spankos. As luck would have it underneath all the muscle and fat of the buttocks there are a plethora of nerves. A good spanking on the derriere causes blood to flow to the butt cheeks, as well as the genitals (always a sure sign that good things are about to happen); which of course heightens the level of arousal and pleasure the individual being spanked feels (HOORAY!).

Since the fateful night of my first spanking I have made many requests to be spanked. Luckily, most of the men I’ve run into are only too happy to accommodate me. To date only the open palms of my bedmates have been used on my rump, but I think I’ll soon be ready to up the ante (and hopefully the level of pleasure – yum), by letting some lucky fella take a paddle to my bottom. I promise to let you know how it goes when I do…

Now, people ‘fess up. All my fellow spankos raise your hands and tell me why you love a good spanking.

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