The Joy of Spankings…

/ olivia

I may have mentioned before that I love spankings – getting, not giving, of course. So I’ve been thinking about my history of getting spanked, mentally reviewing all the experiences I’ve had since I began living kinky back in 2010. By 2013, I had settled in with MP, although he was Sir X back then, and moved on from Being Aisha to a different blog.  Then in 2016, Olivia was born. But most of my spanking stories are from those first couple of years – until now, of course.

The only time I remember a spanking gone wrong was with my 2nd husband, pre-blog, when he used the riding crop and it freaked me out. He never used it again. 

I have an abuse history, but the abuse was all from vanilla relationships, not from D/s at all. I remember Doms checking on me – are you ok? ”I’m going to give you 10 more, can you take ten?” When I said, “yes, Sir,” there was no looking back, but I could have said, “No, Sir, please,” and paused everything. Full disclosure, I might still have ended up taking 10 more even if I did hit pause, but only because it was ok with me.

I’ve only had a punishment spanking once (until recently.) It was a punishment that my Sir-at-the-time and I agreed I deserved, and the punishing part of it really was knowing that I’d disappointed him. And I had to say what I’d done wrong before he began. It was a short, hard spanking, delivered without warm-up or caresses. It hurt. It was not fun, and I didn’t ever want to do it again – but it made me feel forgiven. He didn’t make a big deal of punishment, he kept it low key unpleasant so it didn’t become rewarding.

Other than that, I remember the thrill of climbing up on the spanking bench the first time, the pleasure of floggers, the whack of the belt… Hand-spankings – not amateur ones where the slaps are shallow (if that makes sense.). They don’t land right, don’t make a satisfying sound, are delivered too quickly and often too hard. Not terrible, but not great. On the other hand, there is nothing like a solid hand spanking. Each spank lands firmly, wherever it was intended to land, reverberates through my body like waves… so good. 

I remember being told that “a girl like you needs to be spanked at least once a week, maybe twice”. I thought, quite happily, “Yes, yes, indeed, that is exactly what a girl like me needs.”

A favorite memory – a Dom I had known only on-line – Sir B I think I called him – invited me to Baltimore to play. It might be the wildest thing I’ve done.  Letting him buy me a ticket and flying to Baltimore to meet him for the first time, planning to play. (If you’ve known me a long time, you’ve heard this story before – sorry.). 

At his direction, I arrived with only the clothes on my back, a practically empty suitcase, in a skirt and no panties. He met me with 2 dozen roses, drove us to an almost empty parking garage, and spanked me in the backseat. I laughed and protested and he laughed and got stern and insisted – and it set the tone for a lovely weekend. (In fairness, he had warned me, The first thing I”m going to do is spank you, before we even get to the hotel. I’m going to turn you over my knee in the back seat of my car and spank you. I had giggled and agreed. 🙄).

But other than getting food (and a shopping trip for clothes for me so I could go home), we played together all weekend. I was spanked so many times, it was ridiculous. Spanked, caressed, pinched, and played with, edged and orgasmed over and over, til I was just a totally relaxed bundle of happy. Ahhhhh

Edited to add: Sir Jon has a couple of excellent Dom Talks on Consent and Limits over here at Master’s Domain. Well worth reading, and not just because he mentions me. ☺️

23 thoughts on “The Joy of Spankings…”

  1. Spanking always sits in a magical place
    It’s been a long time since I’ve had a partner who was willing.
    Paddles and floggers are also lots of fun.
    Thank you for reminding me of something that I’ve had a lot of fun with in the past. It’s a reminder that, I would like to be a little kinkier in my next relationship, should one ever happen.
    I read the Limits post on Master’s Domain based on your recommendation and it was a fascinating read

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    • Oh, how nice that you are a fan of spanking too! Yes, seems like having a relationship with someone who complements that would be good. Fingers crossed for you, when you’re ready.
      I’m glad you thought the Limits post was interesting!

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  2. twice a week? YES please!! lol

    i know what you mean about the hand spankings, they need to be done properly or they just fall flat! when done properly – well i have found that some of my most strong and enjoyable orgasms have been from spankings alone. since you wrote the post on O’s i didn’t see that one there. did i miss it? lol anyway, love this post! i’ve been spanked every hour before for an entire weekend, i was sore but oh so calm.

    i also understand about a punishment spanking being entirely different. i love spankings but that one – oh not enjoyable and not something i would want repeated. it really is different and NOT rewarding. ❤ n

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  3. I still remember my first ever spanking from Matt, I was being a brat (what changes? 🙄) and I leaned over his lap to steal the TV remote, so he did the most natural thing for him and he spanked me. He’s an incredible spanker and he gives me a couple of seconds (sometimes) to process what just happened and how I feel about it. It’s the way he asks “more?” as well, he knows I’ll always say “please” ☺️

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    • What a nice memory to share of your first spanking – thank you. Yeah, I like a couple of seconds to process too – and to slip into that mind state where I’m not processing at all, but am all sensation. Ahhhh. 😊

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  4. I LOVE LOVE LOVE this post! Dang girl…that story about flying to Baltimore is wild! I’m not sure I could ever be so brave. It sounds like it was a thrilling experience. Heading over to Sir Jon’s site now to read his latest posts. Hope it’s a beautiful day! XOXO

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  5. Imagine that! You like getting them and I love giving them. What a nice match that is, no? The model in the picture looks way too happy. The session must not have started yet, or she is just the model. Perhaps they left her bound and tested to see if she enjoyed it..hmm. 😈❤️👏

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    • I know, that reciprocal pleasure thing is amazing! Fitting together like yin and yang… Lol, I’m pretty sure the model was just a model. She doesn’t have that touch of trepidation in her eyes that she would if she knew what was coming next. ☺️ 💜

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  6. I loved reading your experiences Olivia. Your trip to Baltimore did sound wild! I agree about hand spanking not always properly hitting the mark, which can on occasion also happen with implements.

    I have experienced fun/erotic spankings (the best), just because spankings to reinforce our dynamic and punishment. I am contemplating one of those later tonight as I write. Yikes!

    The difference between the different types to me is the mindset and emotion behind it. Light hearted and fun for an erotic spanking to the serious tones of punishment. Knowing you have dissapointed.

    Hugs
    Roz

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    • I’m glad you enjoyed reading this! Yes, the trip to Baltimore was wild – and so good!

      Not good spankings are just disappointing.. I’m glad you’ve experienced the full range of spankings! They are really different, and you’re right, the mindset and emotion behind it is totally what makes the difference.
      Sounded like you were headed toward a punishment spanking, yeah? Hope it was – not too punishing, I guess? Lol, maybe willie’s right and you do need to start blogging again. That would be so great! 💜

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  7. This is where I really feel like a fish out of water. I actually do not like spankings. And I’ve been told time and time again in chatrooms that I’m full of it because what woman would ask for Dd and not like spankings. Or I’m not willing to admit I do. ( Like I haven’t over thought this to death? Lol) Oh I like the idea behind them but I certainly don’t like the feel of them. I finally figured out, years ago that it’s the meaning behind them, not the physicality. The overt exchange of power, not the pain aspect and yes I can get the same feeling from other types of punishments or physical activities that require me to submit. Heck even a lecture.

    B has tried over the years to give me erotic spankings but my mind does not compute that way. Over time he discovered that wasn’t what gave him his kicks either. He likes to cause pain . Now that is not to say that I do not react to spankings (sometimes ) the way many do. But it’s not a guarantee and it’s often not until after.

    Initially coming from a Dd D/s angle I have had countless punishment spankings in 12 years. Ironically they leave less of a lasting, physical impression than when B takes, or resets me. Punishments are generally fast and furious and with something very stingy like a cane, quirt, or strap for lack of a better term. I cannot process that type of pain so I go directly into flight and fight mode. Lol. Nothing erotic about that.

    It’s much easier to accept when B decides he’s ‘ beating’ for his pleasure. I’m not sure why, probably because it feels like the ultimate submissive act? I was once told by a couple of Sadist Doms that if I liked it, a Sadist wouldn’t get off on my pain as much. Meh, not sure but B does certainly gets off on my pain and the marks that stay around for days provide more fun for him in a more passive way.

    I’m with Nora, I’m not sure I could be brave enough, okay I know I’m not brave enough , to head to Baltimore like you did. But what an adventure! Something stories are based on. What a life you’ve had! Wow.

    willie

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    • As always, this is super interesting! Clearly, you can be submissive and not enjoy spankings or get the thrill from them that some of us do. I love how online experts want to tell us about ourselves.” Nope. Super interesting hearing about how you react by going into fight or flight mode immediately. By psychology background makes me want to expore that further; I’m not sure it’s that different initally from what we all do. But that’s thought for another time.

      True submission would be submitting to a spanking just for his pleasure, for sure. Although – that statement makes me sound like another onlline, so-called expert, defining “true submission” as if it were a whole separate thing. Anyhow.

      Thanks for not thinking I’m terrible and have poor judgment – you know, I had safe calls lined up and we’d been talking online for a long time. But it was a great adventure, and I feel lucky – my life has been a bit of a roller coaster, but the good parts really have been worth the difficult ones. 💜

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      • Lol. I don’t think you sound like an online “expert”, but then again, we can add, ” sounds to me like true submission would be …”. Just in case 🤣

        I posted an old post after talking with another WordPress blogger who wasn’t familiar with some aspects of where we came from. Coincidentally it talks about what Olivia the Expert calls true submission. Lmao!

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      • Well, I’m glad I don’t. But you know how people are about the whole “true submissive” thing. Right? OH, I just need to go read your blog. Thanks! (I didn’t get a “new post” update.. don’t know why.). But thanks!

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  8. Puddles of Jo (sort of a poetic response, I guess)

    Dodging rain and streetlights,
    looking for a place…

    a safe place?

    A safe place, here?

    Here in a world of hits and bruises,
    stings and blades,
    put-downs and judgements?

    It feels
    sometimes
    like I threw away my hope of safe places,
    watched it splash behind the sky.

    Watched the broken embers die.

    Even the puddles seemed to know,
    popping my reflection in the rain
    as I stood,
    hovering from crisis to crisis –

    too strong to be annihilated…
    too cool to be humiliated.

    Yet still you waited,
    feeling the truth of those undeclared tears.

    Still you waited,
    grabbing my ear when I walked through the door…
    hauling me
    fresh from the myth of my puddles…

    turning me over the place
    where all of my secrets and softness could shine

    …beneath your palm.

    …beneath your sting.

    Still you caught me,
    making me safe
    one swat at a time –

    safe
    in the custody of redness.

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