One Hundred Strokes of the Hand Before Bed

♦ I wrote this post over a month ago but I think it’d be a shame not to post it just because time has passed. It’s still relevant and I still find it pretty hot, so maybe you’ll like it too. Just bear in mind that time has passed since then. 

So, as I mentioned here, I’ve been wanting a damn good spanking lately. Every day. I don’t know why, but I do know that all the great reasons I can think of for doing it were already there before. I could have asked for this any time I wanted. But ever since our wonderful post-Christmas reunion, we’ve been sexier, kinkier and spanking a lot more.

And it just sort of occurred to me that we have several great implements for administering a beating, but I’m a bit of a wimp in the harshness of beating I can take. I swear I used to be tougher in the Fractal days. Well, if I got spanked more often and more harshly, soon I’d be able to take more, right?

That’s the plan. I want to be spanked and I want to be spanked harder and more.

So I got it into my head to ask Crush to spank me every day. To insist. He agreed readily, having learnt what spanking does to me and being keen to hear my moans. He loves my moans.

I come up with a quick system after a bit of thought. Ten spanks a day and we’ll see how we get on. We’ll see if that works as a system and then the plan is to write up a little contract together and I’ll sign it. One with punishments for transgressions…

I’m not sure I ever found that my cup of tea before either, but now I do.

In any case, I’ve decided to document our first forays into this experiment…

Day One

The first night of spanking. I am supposed to be given ten spanks today. I insist on being given two extra: one for covering everything in glitter (it was for SCIENCE! Also PORN!), one for accidentally typing “right” when I meant “write” earlier. This is unforgivable. Crush decides that because of my mistake, I should receive all my strikes on my right cheek. He knows I hate it when one cheek gets overly abused and the spread of pain is uneven. Tonight he is particularly hard. I wonder if he’s really trying to show me, to make an example. It’s hard to bear and he doesn’t let up until my twelve strokes are over. I yelp loudly, but am satisfied. The evening turns to sex and, later, to snuggling.

Day Two

I had an idea today about my spanking system. Ten strokes was easy yesterday and ten a day just seems a bit tame now. If I want to be filthier and also build-up my tolerance so that I can take more of a beating, ten isn’t going to cut it. I come up with a system of ten strokes for ten days, twenty for twenty days, then thirty and so on until we reach one hundred strokes of the hand before bed. I discuss it with Crush.

“Does one hundred seem like too many? How long would that take anyway?”
“Let’s find out,” he says and flips me over on the bed, jeans and knickers down.

It doesn’t take that long. He’s gentler than yesterday since I’m not sure we’ve done that many before and it never becomes too much for me, but still makes me wriggle. It feels really good. We chat a bit afterwards about the kind of system we want to make. It’s a good discussion, but results are somewhat inconclusive. We’re not going with my idea just yet, because it’d take forever. Even so, I’m pumped. This is so exciting for me and makes me hugely optimistic and anticipatory about our sex life. Go us!

Day Four

We forgot last night until too late, but decided to make up for it tonight. And we certainly did. Crush was tired as we left it right until bedtime again, but I insisted he gave me the spanks and double for missing out the day before. In fact, I asked for 21 because of yet another English error in my work. I don’t make language mistakes all that often, but when I do I take it very seriously. Language is beautiful and I am supposed to be good at it, after all.

In any case, I told him he could make it quick so that we could sleep. He did. He pounded my arse with ferocity. Again, too much for me but, again, I took it. It wasn’t easy. I tried to keep count but lost it somewhere around ten. When he was done he’d hit me so hard he needed me to kiss his hand better. The spanking put him in a dommy sort of mood. That mood…. well, it led to a wonderful night.

Day Six

Again, we missed yesterday, this time because of a party at ours that ran very late and very sleepy. But today Crush made up for it again. I’d decided on 30 spanks as a good number. Ten for yesterday, ten for today and another ten forgetting a day again. I can’t remember now whether I told Crush this number or not, but even if I had he’d probably have forgotten.

Bedtime rolled around and although I’d reminded Crush a couple of times, I was completely caught unawares. We were kissing on the bed and I leant in over his lap to kiss him deeper. That’s when I found myself pushed into position on my knee and before I knew it, 30 strokes of the hand on my swiftly-bared arse.

Again, too fast, again, too much. Why do I love too much so much? Even now it’s making me hot to write this down.

“Was that really 30?” I said, having lost count again.
“Yes. It’s all over. Unless you want to beg for some more?”

And I did want to beg. Even though 30 had been too much, I wanted more. I don’t quite understand that, but I’m sure some of you will know what I mean. So I begged and he gave me another 30, leaving me gasping and yelping and writhing. When he was done, he took a handful of my hair and tugged me backwards, making me sit upright. That was also fucking hot.

I made the mistake of exclaiming at how fast he’d managed to fit in 30 spanks.

“Oh, you want to see fast, do you?” He menaced and flipped me over once more.  Another thirty, lightning fast. Another moment of pain and pleasure and pleading.

We followed this with more kisses, hugs, chatter. A normal bedtime routine that was only broken when he rolled me over so fast that I ended up half  kneeling on the floor and half perched on the edge of the bed. Ten more rapid spanks followed.

“There.” He said. “That makes it a hundred.”

The complete daftness of ending up so precarious on the bed edge and the pleasure of the spanks combined made me burst into a fit of giggles. I was happy, Crush was happy and my arse was red and sore. It brought us together, it gave us sex when we’d thought ourselves too tired and it had made me really think about my limits. I’ve found that I’m enjoying “too much” quite a bit.

OK, so we haven’t made a contract up yet or found any hard and fast rules, but I’d say our experiment is going pretty well, wouldn’t you? ♦