I get off so much on spanking it almost feels genuinely problematic. I'm obsessed with the unbelievable power I hold over you when you're pinned over my knee, tied to a spanking bench, or bent over something, vulnerable and waiting to be painfully used. I constantly think about the progression from surprised yelps with each slap, to pained screams and tormented moans. I adore the way skin goes from a pretty shade of pink to a dark, glorious red, to deeper, beautifully dark purples and greens.
I love how pretty bruises look the day after a hard spanking. I love changing my tempo of swats, slowly down or unexpectedly speeding up so you don't have any time to brace before I hit you. I love groping your ass and digging my fingers into the marks I'm leaving on you. I love pulling your hair and making you kiss me while I beat you, sticking my tongue in your mouth while I slap you again and again. I love biting your ass between rough swats. I love groping your chest when I hit you, so you really feel like a powerless piece of meat. I love pausing for a few seconds and teasing you between your thighs, playing with your crotch for a few seconds or even sticking my fingers inside you before I start hitting you all over again. I love forcing toys inside you and spanking you while you keep them inside you. I love forcing your head down and making you gag for me while I hurt you. I love sweetly talking you through the pain, telling you how gorgeous you look when I fuck you up.
