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❌On Strike - The Spanking Thread

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I'm definitely getting off on these images where she is being made to offer the implement of her punishment. It's so sexy. It's so submissive. The power dynamic is so clearly conveyed.

I wanna be her. I wanna feel his body looming over me the CMnf element turning me into mush. My scalp already feeling a taste of the pain he wants to give me. My pussy swollen and wet as he makes me wait. Knowing that everything about this is going to turn me into a gooey submissive slutty mess. Every new mark on my skin increasing my need, my maleability, my obedience. Craving his power over me as much as he craves exerting it. May the dance begin.

So much so I've posted this image twice in the recent past. (Embarrassed)
 
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cascadiabound said:
I'm definitely getting off on these images where she is being made to offer the implement of her punishment. It's so sexy. It's so submissive. The power dynamic is so clearly conveyed.

I wanna be her. I wanna feel his body looming over me the CMnf element turning me into mush. My scalp already feeling a taste of the pain he wants to give me. My pussy swollen and wet as he makes me wait. Knowing that everything about this is going to turn me into a gooey submissive slutty mess. Every new mark on my skin increasing my need, my maleability, my obedience. Craving his power over me as much as he craves exerting it. May the dance begin.
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Ask and you shall receive!
 
riverj said:
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The sheer impossibility of the task would have her anxiety pinging, I imagine. It's inevitable that her muscles will quiver, the foot shake, and the crop fall to the floor, which would precipitate the use of that implement on that glorious behind and amazing legs. Yet she will still do her utmost to hold her position as long as she possibly can, until her skin shines sweaty and her muscles fail her. Why? Because He told her He wanted her to.
 
LustyScribe said:
The sheer impossibility of the task would have her anxiety pinging, I imagine. It's inevitable that her muscles will quiver, the foot shake, and the crop fall to the floor, which would precipitate the use of that implement on that glorious behind and amazing legs. Yet she will still do her utmost to hold her position as long as she possibly can, until her skin shines sweaty and her muscles fail her. Why? Because He told her He wanted her to.
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It is definitely a predicament situation. One that creates all the tension you detail above and more. The heat of just holding a position because he's asked you to without any restraints except for the restraint of his will imposed upon her.

I can imagine the crop clattering to the floor amidst her effort... him using the crop to mark and sting her, only to ask her to hold the same position on the opposite leg with crop balanced on her foot. Him timing how long she is able to hold it before the crop falls again.

So many possibilities!
 
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riverj said:
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I wonder if you really understand
The power that is transferred with each strike
cascadiabound said:
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Firmly restrained for flogging her wet needy pussy. Such an exquisite pain. No better way to turn a pain slut into a quivering mess of need.
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I wonder if you really understand
The power that is transferred with each strike;
For you this seems a game that is quite grand;
It gives you certain chances; you delight
In opportunities for degradation;
But show yourself unfit with every gloat;
You think of D/s as the ruination
Of every hope she has, as scenes just stoke
The power of your ego from the morning,
When you awake and demand that your share
Is something which denies and don't take warning,
Reducing someone thus is a mistake,
That you are bound to make: it's not your fault:
You are a slave to all you have been taught.

Méli
 
melimelissa said:
I wonder if you really understand
The power that is transferred with each strike

I wonder if you really understand
The power that is transferred with each strike;
For you this seems a game that is quite grand;
It gives you certain chances; you delight
In opportunities for degradation;
But show yourself unfit with every gloat;
You think of D/s as the ruination
Of every hope she has, as scenes just stoke
The power of your ego from the morning,
When you awake and demand that your share
Is something which denies and don't take warning,
Reducing someone thus is a mistake,
That you are bound to make: it's not your fault:
You are a slave to all you have been taught.

Méli
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I stretch the straps, pull the knots taut,
Make sure they all lack slack
Click the cuffs, the ones I bought
Harnessing hands behind your back.

Mouth wide, gag inside; Behind, the plug is snug.
Tightly bound, face down upon my Wench's Bench,
A quake, a quiver, when pink tips get tugs,
Your desire's a fire, you'll beg me to quench.

Spanks strike, heat spikes, As rosy red appears,
You gasp and you groan, Mix pleas with "Please!"
But I continue with you, warming your fair rear,
And soon the slippery sign of your desire I see.

Lips that never speak peek, showing growing lust,
Smoldering eyes don't lie; they cry "More!More!"
But lust dissolves resolve, And mine must bust.
Saddled where I paddled, I began to buck and bore.

Oh, sweet the treat, savory the flavor
Of the bliss that exists, Between bottom and top,
For blessed is the boy, whom the girl shows favor,
Of delusions he's dom, pretending he's her Pop.

For though there's fire, from palm-printed spanks,
And two or ten tears fall, as she bears his all,
We know she reigns the rains; It's he who owes thanks.
It's she who leads the leash, of he whom she enthralls.
 
LustyScribe said:
I stretch the straps, pull the knots taut,
Make sure they all lack slack
Click the cuffs, the ones I bought
Harnessing hands behind your back.

Mouth wide, gag inside; Behind, the plug is snug.
Tightly bound, face down upon my Wench's Bench,
A quake, a quiver, when pink tips get tugs,
Your desire's a fire, you'll beg me to quench.

Spanks strike, heat spikes, As rosy red appears,
You gasp and you groan, Mix pleas with "Please!"
But I continue with you, warming your fair rear,
And soon the slippery sign of your desire I see.

Lips that never speak peek, showing growing lust,
Smoldering eyes don't lie; they cry "More!More!"
But lust dissolves resolve, And mine must bust.
Saddled where I paddled, I began to buck and bore.

Oh, sweet the treat, savory the flavor
Of the bliss that exists, Between bottom and top,
For blessed is the boy, whom the girl shows favor,
Of delusions he's dom, pretending he's her Pop.

For though there's fire, from palm-printed spanks,
And two or ten tears fall, as she bears his all,
We know she reigns the rains; It's he who owes thanks.
It's she who leads the leash, of he whom she enthralls.
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Bravo bravissimo
 
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