An oldie but a goodie: being spanked to tears. I crave a good release. I have had so much pent up inside me for decades that I'm surprised I haven't burst. I have always enjoyed spankings, not just a swat or two during doggie-style sex, but a devoted spanking time where my bottom is exposed and at the mercy of my lover. And where it hurts so badly that I squirm to get away but he holds me tighter, by grasping my hands in his, placing his hand at the small of my back to hold me in place, or pushing my legs between his so I can't kick and deflect the blows or escape from them.
But I'm not a crazy person. I wouldn't trust this with any random guy I meet online. It's one thing to find a man who wants to hurt you but quite another to find one who wants to heal you. And healing is what I need. A good, cathartic cry to get out everything I've carried for so long by someone I trust to hold me and care for me after I have been broken and who will build me back up again the right way. It takes real intimacy to develop that kind of relationship.
I wasn't sure that it would ever happen to me and it may not. However, the man I am with now, that I have been with for nearly a decade, knows me well, and though he's 15 years my junior, he has a maturity far beyond his years when it comes to sexuality and love. I just don't know if he has it in him to hurt me. He knows that I want to be spanked. That I like it very much. And I told him my fantasy. But I'm not sure if he can get past the idea that he's causing me pain. He claims to have played with women in the past until they were crying and begging him to stop or not stop. But he didn't love those women the way he loves me.
I have several spanking implements at our disposal: wooden spoons, wooden bath brushes, a ping pong paddle, a leather paddle, a riding crop, and a few others that I can't think of right now. The last time he was here, he used a wooden spoon on me and seemed to really enjoy it and spanked me harder with it than he ever has. I think we need to communicate more about it to match up our expectations and desires. Maybe this weekend will be the one to make this (I have others) pain fantasy come true.