❌On Strike - The Spanking Thread

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You can tell that every little thing is pushing and pulling at me. The persistent edge you are insisting on is claiming me. Feeling that sub space of your control. And when I start to get too wound up and my brain overloads, you call me to you. Pull me over your lap. Pull my clothes down to expose my white ass and very calmly you explain that you are going to spank me. A lot.

I know how much you enjoy this. You know how much I need it. Just like this. Exposed and helpless over your lap.

The spanks ramp up pretty fast. You love doing this to me. You love feeling my body lean and relax into you as the pain grows. As my arousal grows. You have discovered that you like giving me pain. Spanking my ass beyond my pleasure and need, because YOU want me to submit and feel ALL the feels, including pain, that you want to give me. I can feel the dichotomy of craving and fearing in this scenario. Leaning into your body as you pull me across your lap. Pulling my clothes up or down or off to get your preferred access to my ass and cheeks. Initially feeling the heat warm me and turn me on.

Then... you just don't stop. You spank me so many times I lose count. You stop and start randomly so I can't predict what you'll do next. But before you stop, I am begging you to. Crying and clinging to you begging you to not give me any more. You make me stop squirming. You tell me you will be done when you are done. I nod through my tears and say "Yes Sir. Thank you Sir." I feel my body give in. The tears flow and my breathing jagged. My pussy gets increasingly wet throughout. I mumble my now incomprehensible pleas for you to stop. But I never ever safe word. I want it in spite of my protests. I will accept your pain. All of it.
Fully aroused and lost in this exquisite dream 🔥 and another loud strike of my open hand wakes you.
 
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You can tell that every little thing is pushing and pulling at me. The persistent edge you are insisting on is claiming me. Feeling that sub space of your control. And when I start to get too wound up and my brain overloads, you call me to you. Pull me over your lap. Pull my clothes down to expose my white ass and very calmly you explain that you are going to spank me. A lot.

I know how much you enjoy this. You know how much I need it. Just like this. Exposed and helpless over your lap.

The spanks ramp up pretty fast. You love doing this to me. You love feeling my body lean and relax into you as the pain grows. As my arousal grows. You have discovered that you like giving me pain. Spanking my ass beyond my pleasure and need, because YOU want me to submit and feel ALL the feels, including pain, that you want to give me. I can feel the dichotomy of craving and fearing in this scenario. Leaning into your body as you pull me across your lap. Pulling my clothes up or down or off to get your preferred access to my ass and cheeks. Initially feeling the heat warm me and turn me on.

Then... you just don't stop. You spank me so many times I lose count. You stop and start randomly so I can't predict what you'll do next. But before you stop, I am begging you to. Crying and clinging to you begging you to not give me any more. You make me stop squirming. You tell me you will be done when you are done. I nod through my tears and say "Yes Sir. Thank you Sir." I feel my body give in. The tears flow and my breathing jagged. My pussy gets increasingly wet throughout. I mumble my now incomprehensible pleas for you to stop. But I never ever safe word. I want it in spite of my protests. I will accept your pain. All of it.
Awesome.

IMO You could rapidly turn this into a red H, were you to expand it a very little to set the scene.
 
You stop me and then have me strip;
When I'm naked, you secure your grip,
You will ensure I learn,
By belting my stern
And lecturing me quite a bit...

The tears may well flow from my ducts
And I may look messed up, and fucked,
After you've spanked me ragged,
And cussed me with jagged
Words you are sure will corrupt...

I once did not get the tradition
Of being punished without the remission
Of sex after the storm
Offsetting the still warm
Marks that cause me concupission.


Méli :heart:
 
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"a red H"?
Idk what that means.
Red H's are hard to define:
Are they herrings or hoodies or hats?
Toffee vodka drained from Red H vats?
Or places young red heads find divine?

Red H's can bend over to find
Whatever they are really smacks
Of some desperation by chaps
And others who like red aille! aille! lined;

In ways that require ones clothes
To be removed, so marks can be clear;
And allow for Sir's eye, as it roves
to defer to largesse, that appears
Much greater before the treasure troves,
That his love of Red H means he'll spear.

Méli o_O
 
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Red H's are hard to define:
Are they herrings or hoodies or hats?
Toffee vodka drained from Red H vats?
Or places young red heads find divine?

Red H's can bend over to find
Whatever they are really smacks
Of some desperation by chaps
And others who like red aille! aille! lined;

In ways that require ones clothes
To be removed, so marks can be clear;
And allow for Sir's eye, as it roves
to defer to largesse, that appears
Much greater before the treasure troves,
That his love of Red H means he'll spear.

Méli o_O
Love the color match on the last image!
 
Red H's are hard to define:
Are they herrings or hoodies or hats?
Toffee vodka drained from Red H vats?
Or places young red heads find divine?

Red H's can bend over to find
Whatever they are really smacks
Of some desperation by chaps
And others who like red aille! aille! lined;

In ways that require ones clothes
To be removed, so marks can be clear;
And allow for Sir's eye, as it roves
to defer to largesse, that appears
Much greater before the treasure troves,
That his love of Red H means he'll spear.

Méli o_O
Méli like twisting words, it seems,
From nightmares to hope, or fear to dreams.
With an image to link
And time to think
She'll give an audience laughter and screams
 
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Oh my! Such horrid accusations!
Is bound to bring forth exclamations:
More so than when Sir simply beats me,
And decides not to tempt or to treat me
With a fine fuck lost to proclamations!

Méli
Twas meant as a simple compliment
Which I see was taken for detriment.
Such a sad loss
Given ye aulde toss
Instead of becoming betterment
 
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