Prepare for impact

November 4

I’m craving the impact, preparing myself for the moment before the first strike. I’m not someone who gives my submission lightly. I need to feel safe before I let myself feel h*lpless. I need to know the hands that hit me are the same hands that could hold me afterward without hesitation.

A spanking for pleasure is thrilling and a spanking for punishment helps me realize what I need to do better. The seriousness in it and wanting to be a good girl again. If I take the spankings well, praise me for being good girl, right before the next strike lands. Not because I’m obedient but because I’m choosing to trust you.That praise hits harder than the hand does. Because for me, there’s no thrill without boundaries. No desire without consent. It doesn’t work if someone’s not tuned into when I sink into the *** and when I need it to stop.

That’s where the real power exchange is. Not the hand. Not the bruise. But the words, the ones that matter when everything else is stripped away. “Use your words when you need me to slow down.” It’s not weakness to say “stop, sir.” I know my limits and be seen while honoring them. And it’s power when my Dom not only hears me but respects it without hesitation. I crave the sting, the heat rising in my skin, the shock of impact. But more than that? I crave the after. The moment where I’m pulled in closely, praised not just for taking it… but for trusting him enough to give it. To me, that’s what being a good girl really means. Obedience but also openness. My surrender. Unsaid permission for ***. I don’t want to be spanked just for the sake of it. I want it because in the right hands…