BDSM: On Maintenance Spankings

So if you have any exposure to the BDSM lifestyle you will be familiar with spankings. As a Daddy, discipline in the form of physical chastisement plays an integral role in my dynamic. But of course impact-play for this Daddy, is never employed as a punishment, when your partner is a masochist, it becomes a rewarding funishment; the intimacy of such submission to pain is an intoxicating drug; indeed an addictive one…

As many a submissive, or little can tell you, these spankings become necessary for their continuing emotional well-being. Like all addictive drugs, there are symptoms of withdrawal, which frequently include irritability, sadness, and general malaise. A good Daddy doesn’t wait until their sub acts up(bratting) before initiating a needed impact session…

Unfortunately though, real life can interfere with your ability to carry out a proper and thorough impact session. Sometimes weeks slip by, where for whatever reason we weren’t able to scratch that itch. Recently we found ourselves in the midst of such a slump, and it was really starting to get to me. I was in a terrible mood, it was all that I could think of, for the first time it was Daddy that needed the maintenance spanking. I finally got it out of the way this evening and it was glorious…

Mommy entered the room after having put the children to bed, she was clad in a skimpy school-girl get up that complimented her glasses and ponytail. She looked so innocent, though of course I am well aware of just how deliciously corrupt a slut she really is. I on the other-hand looked less than innocent clad in a leather bulldog-harness and very little else…

The restraints and gear for the session were clearly laid out on the bed and she took note of them with a gleam in her eye, and an approving smile. I beckoned her over to stand at the foot of the bed, she knows that when ordered to stand so, it means that knee-buckling orgasms are in her immediate future…

It’s not so much easing into an impact session as it is a necessary prelude to every session, in order to maintain our adult nursing relationship, I immediately latched on to a nipple while one hand went to her clit, the other roaming her body, groping roughly. I drained both breasts in this fashion each in concert with orgasms that left her sopping wet and breathless…

I continued playing with her clit as my mouth kept itself busy by grabbing random mouthfuls of flesh; sometimes biting, sometimes sucking. My mouth found it’s way to her neck with such a grip that you could only trust the most intimate of others to allow. I had intended to release but even the slightest move away was met with such a groan of longing that I only redoubled my effort instead, both of us knowing the sort of mark it would leave, and loving it. She shuddered and moaned with an orgasm so intense that I could feel the entirety of her legs shaking as she slumped in my steady embrace. Now it was time to really get down to business…

It took but a subtle toss of my head to get her onto the bed on all fours, knowing the position I needed her in out of habit. I went to work securing her wrists and ankles into the cuffs, deftly climbing over her body back and forth like a Greco-Roman wrestler, I could smell her excitement as I tightened the straps, and slipped the blindfold over her eyes and kissed the side of her face with a whispered ‘good girl’…

I couldn’t help but notice how delicious the rear-view looked as her skirt did nothing to conceal her nakedness. I reached for the weighted balls which would occupy her, inner weights jiggling with each strike. I squirted a generous dollop of lube on them also starting a rivulet from the small of her back to run down slowly over her quivering parts…

Playing on the element of surprise, I deftly buried my tongue into her holy-of-holies(yup the backdoor) as the balls were practically sucked into her welcoming snatch. Her moaning became quite evident as I pushed my tongue in ever deeper, as she whimpered and squealed her way though another intense orgasm that sent streamers shooting out of her randomly splashing against my face and arms…

I replaced my tongue with a thumb driven in hilt deep, rubbing against the balls which could be easily felt through her lower vaginal wall. I picked up the over-sized spanking ruler and delivered the first of several strikes. Slowly building in force while I continued to work with my other hand jiggling the string attached to her balls. Switching up to the heavy gauge cat o’nine for a few strikes that left the most beautiful swirled pattern on her reddened backside…

After a few more orgasms I roughly yanked out the balls to be promptly replaced by my fist. My sub stammering out a breathless “oh, yes” as I maneuvered my fingers from her a-spot at the base of her cervix along the front wall to her g-spot. She squealed as she began to squirt furiously, soaking my leg and leaving a sizable pool floating on the top of our water-proof bedding. I continued spanking her with a heavy free-hand until there was no fluid left in her…

As if that wasn’t enough action for one session, I shortly mounted her and pounded her at length from behind until a blissful and mutually satisfying finish. She thanked me profusely as I freed her from the restraints, but I also profusely thanked her, it was me who needed it more than her, and perhaps after a session like that we will try to be better at making time for regular maintenance….

 

 

 

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