Confessions of a Spanko, part 15 – Bastinado

“Bastinado aka foot whipping is a method of corporal punishment which consists of hitting the soles of a person’s bare feet. Unlike most types of flogging, this punishment was meant to be more painful than it was to cause actual injury to the victim. Blows were generally delivered with a light rod, knotted cord, or lash.”

I’ve always been aware of bastinado but surprisingly, I’ve had very little experiences of it overall. I guess I just haven’t happened to play with people who had any interest in it. Or in anything to do with feet in general and I’m more than fine by that. I guess it’s almost cliche foot fetish is, but I kinda have the opposite reaction to it. I am extremely ticklish all over, but especially on my feet. One of my ex-Dom used to just hold my ankle and threaten to lick my toes and I would be freaking out, hyperventilating from laughter and he hadn’t even touched them. In short, I don’t like my feet being touched.

I’m not sure how the first time happened with Oliver. I mean, bastinado was never even on my soft limit list. It hurts a lot and I’m deadly scared of it, but just like pussy whipping, I can take it albeit not that gracefully. But it seemed to have become a thing after Oliver discovered how much I panic and struggle whenever he decides to grab my ankle, hold it in place firmly and whip the soles of my feet hard. And then when I decided to do this no shopping for a year thing and recruited him to keep me in check, I chose bastinado as the form of punishment whenever I buy crap, one hit per one euro. And this week’s session, I had somehow managed to rack up 101 hits…

Confessions of a Spanko, part 14 – Dragon Strike

I love riding crops. Before the savion samurai, crops were my favorite spanking instrument to use myself and be used on me. However, I hardly ever get crops from sex shops, because they usually are overpriced and aren’t very sturdy. I got my four different riding crops from the horse equipment shop. But last summer, I got a chance to visit one of Finland’s largest sex shop that also has a BDSM corner, I went browsing and found this mean-looking little crop – The Dragon Strike Crop. It was love at first sight really. You see, I had always been under the impression that one should always mind the ‘turn’ of flexible spanking instrument like thin canes, dressage crops or floggers. Because the main impact point is never the one that hurts the most, the most damage is caused when the tip of the instrument wrap around the curve of the bottom and turn and hits the side. Sometimes the thigh at the front or even the inner thigh. It’s dangerous because many don’t pay attention to it and some spankers aren’t even aware of the damage they are doing. Whenever pain is accidentally and not intentionally… well, let’s just say it’s not what a good spanker should do. When I entered the BDSM scene in Helsinki, I met many experienced spankers and they taught me that ‘the turn’ is not something one should completely avoid, but it is something one should learn to control and use accordingly.

Sounds logical, right? 😀 Somehow, it took someone else to tell me that, and then I got really excited and decided to master the turn. So back to the Dragon Strike crop, it’s one of those rare instruments that is designed for the turn, made to do maximum damage upon the turn. It became the very first (and probably the last) riding crop I bought from sex shops.

Let me geek out a sec about the design. It’s a regular black riding crop, semi-flexible. But that little leather flap that forms the tip of most riding crops is replaced by a loose string with ‘dragon scales’ made from leather attached to it. The leather is very hard, making the very tip of it extremely sharp. I always use it to strike the ass when I aim for the thigh. Even with my ‘puny girl strength’, a medium level hit would be enough to break the skin. The first time I used it I broke the skin from the inner thigh of the one I was spanking. It was glorious, I was in love. I affectionately named it ‘Dragon’s Tail’. ❤

I was so sure I would always just have a loving relationship towards my Dragon’s Tail until Oliver the Sadist discovered it. I don’t think I’ve never shown him how I use it, actually I am not sure how he uses it. But last time when he did, I had literally never experienced any other spanking instrument as painful as that. He does it at extremely fast speed and with remarkable strength. I am not 100% sure but he doesn’t use ‘the tail’ for the turn, he strikes me straight with the sharp af tail! He spanked my ass with it about 20 strikes in quick succession, so fast that I didn’t have time to breathe. All I could do was tense up and held my breathe and pray for it to be over soon. And when it stopped, and I let out the breath and relaxed my muscles, there was pure silence behind me and it wasn’t like Oliver not to taunt me with words. Then I heard him say “Oops… I guess, yellow?” I was bewildered. Sure, it hurt like a mofo but I didn’t say yellow. So why he said yellow? Then he started to explain how tens of droplets of blood started oozing out all at once when I let out my breath and relaxed, my ass was all bloody. I couldn’t believe it! Okay, I have to admit that it did feel like tiny knife stabs, the pain is the sharpest type I’ve ever experienced with any spanking instruments. I can’t decide whether I love the viciousness of the thing or not, I definitely am not a fan of that certain brand of pain. A part of me hate it as much as I love it, I have to admit that I do like to have my skin break sometimes. I just wish Oliver wouldn’t always deal out the strikes so fast…

That’s my tale about the Dragon’s Tail. I hope you liked it. 🙂 It has been a while that I wrote anything to the spanko series, but believe me when I say I still love it, spanking and being spanked. What’s not to like, right? 😛 I shall attempt to write something to add to the fetish series next week. Until then, stay kinky! 😉

Confessions of a Spanko, part 13 – The Way I Spank

Last week was stressful at work so I asked for a proper spanking from Oliver. I mean, if you asked me when he and I met whether I would believe that he could spank hard enough to tickle my masochist, I would’ve said “Sweet Oliver? No way!” But from the first time he spanked me, I knew he definitely has potential. There was certain ruthlessness to his way of spanking, although I do think that he does it in that way cos he knows I like it that way. If you ask him, he would probably say both. I still have a lot to figure out when it comes to him, he does keep saying he is new to all this but he doesn’t always act like it.

Anyways, so I asked him for a spanking. A hard one. I also asked him to tie me up from my wrists and hang me from my ceiling hook so I was on my tiptoes most of the time aka my favorite position to get a proper spanking. Let’s just say that he exceeded all of my expectations about what he is capable of. Pity that I couldn’t see him spanking me cos he was behind me most of the time. I would have wanted to make sure to see that gleam of a sadist in his eyes, cos it sure as fuck felt like I was being spanked by a sadist.

I wasn’t sure whether it was stress that made me delusional, but I let him use my canes too. And also the dressage crop. And the dragon tail crop. To my utter annoyance, he loved all of the ones that were long and thin and mean. And the way that he spanked me… without any pattern and utterly unpredictable. I couldn’t predict when was the next one landing, which body part or whether it was going to be hard or fucking hard. And the speed was downright unrelenting, leaving me no way to hold my breath so that I can endure it better but his speed left me panting. Especially those instruments that have a bite to them, you know, those which are long and flexible enough that the impact point is not the spot that hurts the most but it’s where the tip of the instrument lands that hurts like a motherfucker. It was the surprise element that literally kept me on my toes. But what finally broke me and got me sobbing just a bit was the combination of pleasure and pain. Throughout the spanking, he fingered me, put a frozen peas bag on my butt (which felt amazing but made the following hits hurt that much more), and during fucking that felt amazing he would stop in between to spank me some more. It was the contrast that broke me, and I freaking loved it.

Later on, thinking back, I hardly remember a time when I took a spanking that… ungracefully. 😀 I mean, I took way harder spankings in place like a good girl. But somehow, Oliver’s way of spanking made me tried my best to wriggle away (well as much as I can try to move when tied up on the ceiling hook). And my God did I scream and cursed. Then it hit me. He spanks exactly in the same way as I do. XD Now I finally get why I get so many defiant looks from little subbies I spanked at the kinky club! My way of spanking is really… well, nasty. 😀 I’m still not sure whether it was his way of spanking too, or whether he had just learned from me and he would only spank me with my own style. The one thing I hoped he wouldn’t have learned from me… XD Well, I’m not trashing my own style really, I actually prefer to receive my style compared to the steady style of most spankos. Well, cos I love the chaos. Although the steady style would get my masochist out faster, my style is way more fun in my humble opinion. 😛 And just like sadists, masochists can have fun too, right!? 😀

Next week, I think I need to make another of those dating updates, cos, of course, a single kinky girl can’t have too balanced of a life. Fuck my life. Anyways, until then, stay kinky! 😉

Confessions of a Spanko, part 12 – Savion Samurai

For the longest time, I wasn’t at all sure whether I am a masochist, at least in the strictest meaning of the word. I knew I find pain, even the severe kind, arousing when I’m submitting. Outside of submission, even with my very high pain threshold, I didn’t find pain enjoyable. Or at least that’s what I thought, until the party few weeks ago where I got one of my birthday spankings and I got up close and comfortable with this one particular instrument, I was told it’s called savion samurai.

Confessions of a Spanko, Part 11 – Birthday Spanking, part 2

Last Saturday was another party, my so-called last attempt to try and get some bruises on myself via a birthday spanking. This time, the party was held in a cosier environment, at the BDSM club in my city. I asked the same switch from last week’s party, to give him another chance to give me bruises. I also asked a young sub girl who was itching to explore her sadism too, and immediately regretted it cos her response (YES YES YES) was a wee bit too over-excited. 😀 The gleam of a sadist in her eyes. Since the tall subbie was one of the staff members at the party, she didn’t have that much free time, so I asked her whether she would like to team up with the switch, since they know each other anyway.

I was leaning across a spanking bench in the middle of the largest room at the club. I’ve never had a problem when it comes to public spankings, I actually enjoy them a lot. But maybe it was because of the intimacy of the club, I practically marvelled in being in the public eye. I wasn’t at all sure whether anyone was watching, but I nonetheless felt the heat of potential attention.