Sensuality of Punishment

Sensuality of Punishment


Imagine a piano, on the one hand are the tinkling gentle notes, to one's front are the middle register and in the other hand are the deeper more brutal notes.

At one's feet are the pedals which can make the notes softer or harsher.

My body is a piano with a percussion section and the lady  is the musician who brings all of her emotions, imagination, thoughts and humour into playing the music of pain.

Before a single note is struck, the musical score has to be created and the characters created for the piece of music; things are discussed, ideas put together and a rehearsal date is agreed for the first get together of the characters in uniform and the instruments are tried out, costumes are tried out for practicalness of movement, sensuality for both wearers and victim.

Soft cotton of the uniform, over which I shall be placed for an over the knee beating with your new mahogany paddle, my legs separated wide by a spreader bar to give you a wider bottom to play your rhythm stick over.

A ball gag and airway to soften my cries and your free hand on my neck to hold me down while you thoroughly heat my skin.

The paddle put aside and you hand spank me or tickle me or use your nails.

The first movement of the symphony has been played, an interval, perhaps an interrogation or a scolding, or a time out for feedback and coffee.

Then different spanking instruments and another session over your knee.

Slowly to let you feel and understand each process and to allow you to enjoy what you are doing to your victim.

The slow build-up of pain, the ecstacy of release of tension, guilt, frustration, power, control and understanding that submission and domination are the same thing in a discipline scene, that both are giving all of themselves to each other and to the other members of the cast.

The spanker provides not only pain but also sensuality and fulfils some of the submissive fantasies and likewise the submissive provides a whole body that can be played with totally and completely to the innermost recesses and outermost excesses.

Outside of the D/s scene I am not submissive, indeed I am only submissive when the ladies are dressed as vintage nursing sisters of dark blue dress with large, soft, white cotton apron.

Looking forward to going over your knee but not looking forward to your strong arm – beat me, break me, take me, use me and release your inner tigress.

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