This year at Lupercalia we went to a Tantric Spanking class (John Ireland, you and little one rock). The class was not really a huge shock, we didn't really learn anything 'new'. Instead we were reminded that not all spankings are equal.
Not all spankings are about pain, or pain, or a well marked bottom.
Some spankings are about sex.
About love.
About feeling that slow pulse build up on ones 'nether region'.
Later, when we had a bit of time to ourselves, Firm-Hand-Buddha drew me slowly over the bead, his hand smoothing my skin, lingering touches as he disrobed me.
He grabbed my hair and let his hand tighten just so, then let go, letting my hair sift through his fingers as he cupped the back of my neck and moved his hand down my spine, to rest in that hollow that makes me shiver.
His other hand caressed my thighs, my ass cheeks, lightly slapping, plumping and slapping, fingers so close to touching me.
The details are blurry, as each touch tugged me under his very sexy spell. Every slap of his hand on my skin had me writhing, as he caressed, teased, slapped, and did what he does oh so well. I have never been so wet from a spanking, let me tell you!
Some spankings are about connecting. About using touch and eroticism for pleasure and intimacy. Yummmm.....
This masochist thanks you, Sir... Spank me anytime.
