The results of being a brat.
It wasn’t as bad as it appears. Being a redhead and a bit pale, spankings tend to show their evidence for a while…which is actually a bit thrilling. To look at the marks in the mirror, and to think back to the occasion, a sense of pride is felt, along with some wetness between my lipps.
So hot
-Sir
The quandary of being a brat…
When I’m called a ‘good girl’ I flush with pleasure and feel warm all over as heat shoots through me to pool between my legs. I can feel myself become wet almost instantaneously. On the other hand, being a good girl presents itself as a challenge and I don’t want to give in to the submission it represents. I feel foiled that I ended up being a ‘good girl’. So it makes me wonder….which do I crave the most - the pleasure of pleasing him, being a brat with passionate behavior and passionate results, or the deep down powerlessness that comes from a coerced sense of submission (verbal or physical)?
I can’t admit that I want to submit, but yet I know I want to because I detest the displeasure I would receive if I didn’t and knowing I failed. Some things I would actually submit to quite readily….sucking cock, displaying my ass for show and use, putting on a show (undressing, masturbating, giving his friend a blow job, flashing in public, etc). I probably submit to performing these things so readily because they excite me so and I want to do them, it’s not just for him. It can be fun to be a brat….winning small self-imposed victories I set.
It’s incredibly frustrating to be overpowered. I’ll fight until I can’t anymore. The closer I am to my defeat, the more frustrated I become, the more I will struggle and the more sarcastic my barbs will become. Passions rise and bodies become aroused, but eventually I will tire. My struggle will stop and I will quiet. Defeat…or is it really what I wanted in the end, to be overpowered?
Powerless I give in….waiting for and craving what you have in store for me. Just don’t make me voice that I like what you are doing or want it. If that were to happen I might just die of pleasure or cum.
(Source: always-a-slave)
(Source: spiritualbdsm)
Bound and vulnerable
Ravage me first with your eyes
I want to hear your breath get ragged
I want to feel the heat pouring from your body.Then I want to be taken. Hard.
(Source: erospainter)
(Source: notinagoodmood)
I wonder, will the day ever come I will use a safeword?
I want hard spankings. I like hard spankings. I love the way my ass feels afterwards, I love the dynamic during. But when it comes to actually getting them, I’m a big baby. A few hits in and I’m whining for the person delivering them to stop.
However, if they acquiesce to my pleas, I automatically want them to just keep spanking me. It’s not that I don’t know what I want. I know what I want. I want someone to unflinchingly give me a long, hard spanking while I lie over their knee and squirm and beg for them to stop. Except, they don’t stop.
This is one of the things I appreciate about safewords. It marks a difference between an in-scene “stop” to enhance the dynamics (and account for the natural impulse to tell someone to stop hitting you) and a legitimate, serious word that establishes that limits are being pushed and ends the scene. So, I can get away with being spanked longer, even when I protest and whine, and still have some way of actually ending things when the “stop”s I yell become a little more real.
(Source: -cream-and-sugar)