True Account...looking for more

Please read and tell me what you think. This is a moment of honesty about self, take it or leave it. If you leave a response, you are required to leave information about yourself in order for me to respect this response. Ideally, I hope this either offends its readers or provokes interest. Either type of response is a sign that my readers are thinking.

I am Ryan Versaw and I have a fetish. A fetish is any object or nongenital part of the body that provokes a habitual erotic response. Most Americans have some type of fetish and are unaware of this fact. Spanking has fascinated me since I was about thirteen years old and this interest has blossomed since that time. Pain is a positive response for me and keeps me current. It began with internet research and testing my pain threshold by hitting myself on the buttocks with my hand, belts, coat hangers, switches, and various implements in order to test how much pain I can tolerate. This sharp, brisk pain sensation with produce fairly quick arousal and I began to expand that research by discussing this with anyone I could find.

The first experience I had in deploying my fetish was in 2005 when I met a girl named Rosalyn in the summer. We began growing close and became infatuated with each other before this feeling grew into love. During an intoxicated evening we lost touch and while displeased with me began flirting with another boy in an attempt at revenge. The following morning she admitted in a wave of guilt that she hafd cheated on me and that she would like to make it up t me. I thought for a moment and said that I was still angry and that I would need to punish her before I forgave her.

In a hotel room that following night I held her in my arms tightly and rubbed her back until I could smell a scent that pointed to her arousal. She told me that she was sorry and I responded by saying that she would be. I slipped her left arm over my head and guided her over my lap. Alternating cheeks, I began to spank her in a slow, rythemic fashion while slowly increasing speed. As she tried to reach back and cover herself, I grabbed her right wrist and paused to rub her back. Reaching under her hip, I unbuttoned her jeans and slipped them over her rounded thighs and down her fluid legs and down to her shaking knees. This time I began hitting her harder while remembering my anger and disappointment at discovering her betrayal and increased my speed. Rosalyn squirmed and snaked her body back and forth while beginning to moan. I kept up this rythemic paddling at an echoing velocity until I began to hear sniffling. The crease between her thieghs and v-neck of her panties grew a crimson color.

By now she had bgan crying but kept her composure well. I pressed down on her lower back and she exhaled a louder, more pleasurable moan as I rubbed her back. Sobbing, she caught her breath. Scent filled the romm alarmingly as she breathed heavily and looked back and me with imploring eyes that wondered when this would stop. For a moment I almost gave in but remembered how much I was hurt by her. After staring at her beautiful back half and stroking her neck, face, back, and the area that had taken the majority of the punishment, I ensued.

This time I unleashed blows with my open palm at a slower pace but wound up further and struck harder. After each blow she cried out and began to plead. This is how much she had hurt me and I told her this during another pause. She was both in pain and highly aroused and the essence emanating from between her thighs informed me of this. I slowed the pace significantly but struck harder, waiting longer between cracks of my palm for her to cry while messaging her back with my hand to console her. Making hushing sounds persuaded her to lower her volume but by know she lamented continuously.

Standing her up, I wrapped my arms around her upper torso and she burried her face in my chest. Her cheeks felt wet and warm with tears as I made contact between the side of her face and mine. The sobs quieted and transformed into heavy breathing as I caressed her shoulder blades, back, and upper legs again. A familiar moaning sound returned to my ears. I lifted the long shirt and touched the bare skin on her lower back while digging into the baby soft flesh with my fingertips. When she looked up at me I could see her dialated pupils. which had grown to the size of glossy black holes. Sarcasm ripped the top off of her tone as she asked if that was supposed to hurt.

I grabbed the waist band of her panties and jerked them down to her knees as she sharply inhaled. With one hand she tried to stop me but to no avail as she cover herself instead. Bashfully she stared at me as I grabbed a belt that hung off of the back of a chair. Whimpering and protesting, I ignored her and pushed her back over the side of the hotel room bed and used one shin to hold down her back and my arm to pin her elbw at a ninety degree angle behind her back. For a moment I bent down and admired her vulva, concealed like a rosy flower that stood for the shame she hid from the world.

Wrapping part of the belt around my hand, I wound up and swung the tip into her fleshy bottom. With a crack it echoed and she issued a yelp. A purple, elongated welt formed across her upper cheeks as she followed her cry with a several reverberating sobs. I counted the second as she opened her mouth wide and lashed her head back and hollered with a chain of sounds that mimicked the alphabet's first letter and kicked her legs repeatedly. Rosalyn repeatedly apologized for her actions and repeatedly asked me to stop. I told her that there where eigtht more and that I was almost done, gently stroking her back and messaging her thighs. A brutal kiss of leather and skin took place as I counted the third lick of the belt, landing just below the second, followed by a wail echoing the words no more. Pausing, I added and verbalized a fourth stroke in the series of long, imprinted u-shaped welts. The scream was sure to be heard next door but I remained apathetic as I unleashed a fifth and sixth blow in rapid succession.

By now it was difficult to keep her restrained as she wailed continuously and whipped her body in several directions at once. I kissed her on the cheek and softly assured her that I loved her and, with her permission, stroked the soft lips of her vulva, which quieted her screams immediatly and allowed her mouth to fall open. Quickly finishing the last four with guilt, I melted her into my arms while she cried and apologized for cheating on me. Removing her own shirt and white, silk bra, zhe nearly ripped the seams of my shirt while taking it off and bidding me to remove the rest of my clothing. Liberated of all clothing and anger, she breathed a sigh of relief as her oder grew to its peak and the bloom between her legs grew moist. Fire ignited me as she touched my tender lips to hers and we fell to the bed.

I am frantically searching for a woman to return a favor like this to me who dabbles in pain and would not be too emberassed to punish me for a great number of things I feel guilty of. If you are even remotely intro BDSM and enjoy pain please help me out. You can respond or email if you are a WOMAN and are interested in experimenting with pain and would be willing to inflict it upon me or visa versa. Men, you afre welcome to respond with stories of your own or oppinions of what you read via this journal. Dig in
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Administering Educational Punishment

Um, I was asked by hawkwitch,whose prompt this fic was written for, to post this little drabble here.

TITLE: Administering Educational Punishment
Author: [info]manicr
Pairing: Bob, Deadpool/Cable
Rating: PG
Warnings: CRACK, non-sexual spanking
Prompt: Deadpool, Bob, spanking + Cable
Notes: Based on Way's run, vol 2, the Pirate Arc. Actually, context doesn't help much when it comes to DP.

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Fic: Hell to Pay

Captain America and Agent 13 go on a mission together. Steve's willingness to throw himself in harms way to save Sharon causes a disagreement between them and they struggle to figure out how to deal with their argument.

Rating: NC-17

Warning: Spanking ( that REALLY needed on this page? LOL.)

A/N: If anyone ever gave me an awesome Agent 13 avatar, I might have to marry them. Seriously. (I might write them a story too.)


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Fic: When Eagles Cry

So, being 'smart', I just remembered to post this here. =)

Summary: Captain America goes to find Giant-man after his violent domestic dispute with Wasp-woman. He pays him back for the hurt with some of his own while the situation becomes more involved in the past, both recent and distant. Written for [info]spankingfemme and filled with spoilers for The Ultimates.

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Dub-con spanking, direct and unveiled references to to both child and spousal abuse.

When Eagles Cry

a bit of role playing

I'd always wanted to try a bit of roleplaying, so i decided to put my little plan into action when i saw my boyfriend for the first time in about 6 months. i dressed myself in a cute short plaid skirt, with pink panties underneath, a tight tank top and pig tails.
i wrote up this random "test" that I'd failed in school and came into his room. i was pouting and dragging my feet as i walked over to his bed where he was sitting.
"Daddy, you told me to bring you my test." i stood in front of him, looking at the floor at my ruffly socks. at first he looked confused, but then he started to go along with it. he reached out his large rough hands for the test and i handed it to him. his brow furrowed as he looked at it and he started to shake his head. i knew then that i was in big trouble. my eyes welled up with tears a little and i hung my head. he looked at my sternly and said,
"Gabrielle, you know you are going to have to be punished for this right? how many time have i told you that you need to do well in school. you are such a naughty little girl."
i started to cry a little and begged him no and told him id be a good girl and that his baby girl was sorry but he said he didnt care. i tried to fight him as he picked me up and put me over his knee. i started to kick and he told me that it would be even worse if i didnt stop. i complied, regretfully and sighed deeply, trying to keep from sobbing. he started spanking me with my panties on first, his large hand slapping my bottom. i could feel it redden with hottness and then he slowly slid my panties down and he was spanking harder...
i was moaning and yelping and asking daddy to stop. my ass was so hott and it hurt, but i knew that i was getting wet. he stopped spanking me suddenly, and i thought my punishment was over, and then he started to rub my ass. he was being gently, trying to make me feel better, or so i thought. i let out a small moan and he slapped my ass again hard, and told me to stop being naughty. i bit my lip hard and he just kept spanking.
i whined to daddy, telling him to stop it and his response was pushing his finger into my pussy. i gasped and my hips bucked a little and he told me me that i was getting wet which waranted more punishment and he spanked me more as he stuck another finger inside of me and fingered me whilst he spanked me, until i was cumming hard and my hips were bucking.
soon, he thought i was punished enough. he let me get off of his lap and lay back on the bed. he held me and cuddled me, telling me that i needed to be daddys good girl and not get into anymore trouble or next time it would be worse.
i told daddy that i was his baby girl and that i was sorry and would be a good girl from now on. i told him that i loved him and he help me close as his fingers moved to my clit and he began to rub again. i came almost instantly as he dipped his finger into my pussy and back out again to my clit. he kissed my forehead and told me that daddy love his baby girl and stroked my hair until i fell sleep snuggled up with him.

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so my boyfriend is in the Marines...and we are both into role playing, age play and spanking and bondage and such.
however, i think he is afraid that hes going to hurt me too much because he is so much stronger than me.
we dont see each other often, but when we do we try to do different sexual things, but we always just end up fucking because were so horny from not seeing each other.
anyone have any advice on how to get him to not be so scared...even if he doesn't admit it?