Spanking - the ultimate mood changer
Posted at 13:12 on 5 Sep 2014 by Pandora / Blake
It was D's birthday this week. Birthday spankings aren't generally on the menu when it's his turn to be spoiled - they aren't exactly his core erotic theme. But we did both take the day off work so we could devote it to pleasures of the flesh. Good food, lots of kinky sex, and a certain amount of lounging around on the sofa... the perfect self-indulgent day.
I came to his place the night before with a bag of toys. No spanking implements, true - but we were still going to have a good time.
By the time I arrived I'd been messaging him, texting and calling for a few hours without getting through or receiving a reply - even though I knew he was at home on his computer. I'd wanted to ask him about food plans that evening, and what he wanted me to bring. Since I couldn't get through, I ended up bringing everything I thought he might enjoy.
Unfortunately, I also brought a bad mood with me. I was pissed off with him for not replying to my messages. He apologised, and I knew I was being irrational and needed to snap out of it so we could get on with the more important business of celebrating his birthday. But I couldn't shake off my sulk.
"I think you might have to spank it out of me," I told him as we snuggled. He laughed, but he knew as well as I did that it was the best way to alter my mood.
So he spanked me. And guess what? It worked! A few short minutes later, I wasn't sulking any more.
In fact, as soon as I went over his lap I felt the tension start to ease out of my body. After about a minute of spanking, he remarked that I sounded more giggly than sulky - clearly it had already worked. I didn't want the spanking to end yet, so I pouted and told him I was still sulking, a bit. But I think we both knew I was lying.
It's remarkable how effective spanking can be to change your emotional direction. It wasn't just the pain, grounding me in my body, giving me something to focus on, stimulating adrenaline and endorphins to perk me up. It was the feeling of being looked after, tended to. I already knew I was being silly, but the emotional experience of being feeling cared for enough that he would discipline me was the kick I needed to get over my bad mood.
Afterwards I glimpsed my bottom and was surprised and pleased to discover that it was pink. I snapped a selfie in the bedroom mirror. He came in while I was taking it, laughed at me, and got out a wooden paddle, telling me to bend over and put my hands on the bed. I shrieked in outrage, squirming under a flurry of stingy paddle swats.
"What, I'm not allowed to take photos now?"
"No, I'm helping," he corrected me. "I'm making you more pink."
So it wasn't exactly a birthday spanking... but it did put me in a very good mood for the rest of his celebrations. We didn't use all the toys I brought, of course. I wanted to wear my new kitty ears, and he picked out sheer black holdups and shiny high heels to go with them, so in the end my outfit was rather minimal.
I loved being a sex kitty. I crawled into the living room on all fours to show him I was ready, and when he pulled out his erection I smiled and cheekrubbed it before taking it in my mouth. I was a happy purring kitty. I also discovered a new fetish: cleaning cum off my face by licking the side of my hand and rubbing my cheeks with it, catlike. Miaow!
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Spanking isn't really D's kink, though, and on HIS birthday we should do things that fit his core erotic themes. Hence the high heels, stockings and schoolgirl socks - he loves sexy footwear as much as I love spanking. We like to indulge him from time to time but on this occasion it was definitely his turn :)
Spanking isn't really D's kink, though, and on HIS birthday we should do things that fit his core erotic themes. Hence the high heels, stockings and schoolgirl socks - he loves sexy footwear as much as I love spanking. We like to indulge him from time to time but on this occasion it was definitely his turn :)
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