A Series of Firsts: Spank

[Ha****]

The first strike was a shock—a flash of heat that spread across my skin. It landed with a crack, and my body jolted. The sensation radiated outward, blooming hot and fierce. I felt his hand imprinted on me, the warmth lingering long after the impact.

I closed my eyes, letting the feeling sink in, letting it wash over me. The heat curled around my spine, spreading through my limbs, wrapping me in its embrace. There was a softness to it, a warmth that settled under my skin, making me feel alive. I arched my back, offering more of myself, feeling my breath catch, a sigh escaping my lips.

Before I could steady myself, another landed, firmer this time. My hips jerked forward, instinctively trying to escape, but the heat followed, sinking deeper, spreading like fire. My fingers curled into the sheets, the texture grounding me even as my body surrendered. I was floating, drifting between the sting and the warmth, between power and submission.

The rhythm took over, steady and unrelenting, each strike building on the last. My senses sharpened, my skin tingling, every nerve alive. It was overwhelming and exquisite, a beautiful chaos that shattered every thought. I was lost in the sensation, lost in the cadence, lost in the sweetness of my own surrender.

Each hit sent a shockwave through me, but it was the heat that lingered, that held me, cradling me in its intensity. I felt safe in the storm, anchored by the rhythm that broke me open and filled me up. My body softened, melted, wrapped in the darkness, in the power I had chosen to give.

There was beauty in this chaos, a gentle power that was mine alone. I could feel it in the way my body arched, in the way my breath hitched, in the softness that followed every strike. I was delicate and powerful. The darkness wasn’t just in the sting—it was in the way I embraced it, welcomed it, let it carry me away.

I felt the marks rising, my skin blooming under his touch, each one a reminder of my choice, my surrender, my power. There was no shame, only beauty. I wore them like jewels, like poetry written on my skin.

When it stopped, my body was humming, a soft throb echoing through me. The warmth lingered, gentle now, wrapping me in its comfort. I was trembling, my skin sensitive, every breath a whisper, a shiver. I was undone, remade, softer and stronger, more myself than ever before.

I looked over my shoulder, my eyes half-lidded, a soft, knowing smile playing on my lips. “Thank you, sir,” I whispered, my voice gentle, laced with dark sweetness, as I gave him a slow, delicate wink.

[Mi****]

Thanks for what you've shared us. This is very instructive for "new dominant" like me.

[GreyHog]

So special.