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Furnishing For Sex (Part One)

24 December 2021 /

After a turbulent few months of living here and there, we’ve finally moved into our amazing new house. When we decided to move north, we had a vision of the future, a vision of what our new life would be like. We had in mind a particular kind of home in a particular part of our favourite village. We knew we weren’t likely to find that dream property on the first attempt, so weren’t actually picky about the property or precise location (as long as it was in the right area) as we desperately needed somewhere to live.

But the housing rental market is fierce, and it took way more time than we expected, but by hard work and making the most of personal connections, we’ve actually managed to get a house, and it is in our preferred village. Even better, when we drove round the village in the early days, we pointed at a row of houses and said one of those would suit us nicely. Little did we know all those months later that we’d actually be moving into one of them.

It is a glorious three bedroom detached cottage with a conservatory and garage. The owners are happy to have three people on the tenancy and know what our relationship situation is. They want long term tenants, and we want to make this place our permanent home and are hoping to be here for a lot of years to come. The place itself has loads of original features and handily doesn’t have the type of features we don’t like. The rooms are nicely sized, not too small, but not too large to heat in the colder months. As the pandemic becomes more dangerous again, having a permanent home is even more important, and that fact that it is located somewhere beautiful is a bonus.

So now we have a house full of boxes that we are starting to unpack, but this place is gorgeous, and we really want to make it a lovely home, a home to be proud of.

But this is me, a kinky slut living with two other kinky sluts, so as well as being a home to be proud of, it has to be a home that functions well for sex. Because sex isn’t an “in the bedroom” thing, it’s a whole house thing, it’s an all-embracing thing, it’s an anywhere you can thing, it’s an any time you want thing, of course all whilst being fine upstanding citizens and pillars of the local community.

Ever since I first bought furniture with my now husband (then fiancé), we have had one eye on their sex potential. Heights, lengths, and sturdiness were all thought of when making a purchase.

We started fucking on my original sofa within days of us getting together (I’d never done that before) and carried on working our way round furniture we then had all around the house. So, when we broke that sofa through one too many vigorous sex sessions, we decided that we needed to take the realities of the rigours of sofa sex into account in making our selection of a replacement. We also started looking at various design features that could be of use for sex in our selection.

We decided on a sofa that was stylish but had a lot of interesting qualities. Firstly, it was a three-seater chaise sofa, so it was a three-seater sofa that one of the seats was a chaise. This had the advantage that the sofa was therefore long enough that you can lie flat on it (and press on the solid arms with your feet to get drive into your fuck). It had wide and short legs to which you could attach restraints (like cuffs or spreader bars), and it had 8 stout legs along its length, thus giving great sturdiness.

But the best thing about it is the bit of the chaise that sticks out, as that has become one of my husband’s favourite spanking positions. With him sitting on the end of the chaise, Vicki or I get to go over his lap, with our feet on the floor one side and our hands on the floor the other, tits swinging wildly. The chaise bit is also great for bending over on your knees, as it gives good access from behind to someone else on their knees or on their feet leaning over you.

The versatility of that one piece of furniture has been amazing, and the sofa is coincidentally totally in keeping with the new colour scheme and is, of course, going into our new lounge.

The new lounge is a lovely size. Big enough, but still cosy, with a lovely fire, a nice long wall for our books (including our naughty section), and pride of place for the sofa. Paula has bought us a big thick rug for in front of the fire (like the one in the cottage we fucked on). I absolutely loved fucking on that rug, so it is a lovely addition to the room. I think that is a hint though, but she’ll get to test it soon.

We’ve made a decision to designate drawers in multiple locations to hold sex toys. We’re going to buy multiple paddles and tawses, so we can leave them in strategic places around the house. It would be very annoying to have to go upstairs to get a paddle if the spanking will happen on the sofa, so in the lounge, we have a wall only suitable for a sideboard, and whilst the main cupboards will hold my sewing machines, one of the drawers will hold a selection of spanking implements, wands, and other sex toys.

Also in that room are the stairs, and for the first time in over 5 years, we have some stairs to fuck on. I love fucking on stairs, and we used to do it regularly in a number of positions on our previous stairs and have already started doing so again. At the bottom of the stairs in my favourite, but there is a 90 degree bend at the top of the stairs, and that opens up new position possibilities we are looking forward to trying.

We also fuck rather a lot in the kitchen. One of my favourite positions is being bent over the sink with my tits dipping into the water as he fucks me. We have a lovely big sink that is not too deep, so it doesn’t take a massive amount of water to fill it up, and the tit dipping is as sexy as ever. We also have a washing machine that is in a line of units up a corner, so there is worksurface to the right and coming forwards from it; this gives me something to hold on to if, for example, I was to stick a dildo to it, impale myself onto the dildo and put the washing machine on a long spin cycle. There is plenty of worksurface to get bent over, or to sit on to give someone a chance to play. (I know a bare ass or oozing cunt is hardly ideal in a food preparation area, but given we put things like cum and cunt juices into the cooking, it hardly matters).

But we have a lovely open kitchen diner, so we can deploy our lovely dining table and chairs. In the second part, we talk about that and then move on to the rest of our wonderful new house.

We All Knew What Was Going To Happen (Part Three)

2 September 2021 /

Poor Laura was exhausted. A good number of orgasms in such a short time. I hope we hadn’t gone too far, as my husband was on his way and expecting a really hard fuck from a turned on Laura. Whilst Laura collapsed in orgasm induced daze, Vicki and I started gently working on her nipples, with a little tweaking, licking, and sucking, with a little tit squeezing as Laura began to wake up.

With my husband still 20 minutes away, Laura decided she needed a taste of cunt, and Vicki was first up. She stooped over the sofa, pushing her cunt to Laura’s mouth, and letting Laura’s eager and flexible tongue start to lick over the folds. Vicki’s cunt was quite slick, so there was plenty to taste and to lick off. It is clear Laura wasn’t aiming to give more orgasms; she was clearly too tired, but she was cleaning Vicki up and enjoying every morsel of Vicki’s juices.

Once Vicki was clean, we swapped places and Laura cleared my cunt of juices too. She was very thorough in her inspection and eagerly cleaned me completely.

Just as she was about to finish, my husband arrived, smirking at the scene of debauchery in front of him. In fact, he asked what we’d done to poor Laura to exhaust her so much, but Vicki and I just innocently fluttered our eyelashes and said “Who, us?” (Laura was still licking my cunt at the time.)

He helped first Vicki and then me off the pile (both of us receiving a single hard spank with his hand as we got up), leaving Laura licking our flavour off her lips and leaving Vicki and me with a perfect red hand print on each of our asses. He slightly adjusted Laura’s position, so that her ass was just hanging off the front edge of the sofa, and her legs were in the air. He gave me and Vicki a leg each to hold back up her body and to spread apart, leaving a wide open, quivering, and gaping cunt in full view.

He took a while to take in this breath-taking view, before a pleading look on Laura’s face nudged him to carry on, him dropping his trousers, revealing he wasn’t wearing underwear and revealing a rock hard cock that was already rather big. He got to his knees and started rubbing his glans against the exposed pink parts of her cunt.

Laura looked at him, then put her hands down between her legs and pulled apart her cunt lips. She was pretty breathless, and this was a sure-fire way of her indicating what she wanted. She wanted him in no doubt. She wasn’t waiting a minute more. It was unsaid, but clear.

Vicki and I had done too good a job of cleaning her up, and so she wasn’t slick enough for him, so he carried on rubbing his glans against her now spreadeagled cunt lips, just occasionally dipping the very tip of his cock in between her lips. His mellow steady voice was telling her what a slut she was, and how little sluts like her only get what they deserve, and that was enough so that it wasn’t long before she was naturally lubing up, her cunt ready and keen for his cock. His cock was now easily hard enough that he could let go and continue the rubbing motion against her cunt, so he got his hands in position on the sofa and lifted his knees up to improve his drive.

And then he did it. He drove his rock hard cock deep into her sopping cunt. The force of her impaling made her lift her ass up a little off the sofa, and sink back as he withdrew, before repeating the body movements with every stroke. She was loud, in her grunts every time he drove in and in her telling him what he was doing to her. She told him how his cock was pressing against the top of her cunt and rubbing against her clit each time he withdrew. He was picking up the pace now, and her face had gone from exhaustion and ecstasy to gritted teeth and determination.

And from between those gritted teeth, she managed to gasp “Don’t change” as his motion was working and bringing her towards orgasm, and then once his rhythm and motion was being perfectly maintained, she dug in and gasped “Must fight”, as clearly, she was trying to delay her orgasm as long as possible. Despite her best efforts, she had little resistance, and he knew she was about to cum.

And when he felt it starting, he drove in as hard as possible and firmly held the tops of her arms in his hands as her body twitched with the power of her cumming, her cunt tightening around his granite-like cock. As soon as her orgasm died down and her cunt’s vice-like grip being eased, he started again in the same rhythm and motion, continuing our relentless assault on her cunt.

This time, it took a while. Clearly, she was almost orgasmed out, but he was confident he could get one more out of her. First me then Vicki grabbed Laura’s tits with our spare hands, focussing on her nipples and working it to increase her arousal. That was the last straw and soon Laura was again bucking against his cock fighting to hold off her orgasm.

She didn’t have much to fight it with, and so soon, another orgasm swept over her, her cunt’s vice-like grip of his cock being reasserted. This time, as the grip was slackened, he withdrew and waved his hard cock in her face. She opened her mouth for him to insert it, and she sucked on his cock a little, until he was clearly about to cum. He withdrew, aimed his cock at her tits, spewed his cum over the nipples and between her fleshy tits, then put his cock back in her mouth to finish off cumming, with her sucking on his cock to extract every ounce of cum and cleaning him up as she went.

I let go of her tit and began rubbing his cum into her tits, Vicki following me doing the same, and then we presented her with our hands to lick off what was left of his cum.

And there she was, Laura, the used up slut, orgasmed out, tits covered in drying cum, mouth tasting of cock and cunt, happier than she had been in months, if not years.

And there were we three, all happy that Laura was such a mess in such a short space of time, and this was just the start. My husband wanted his first ass fuck with her to be an against the wall driving hard special, and I knew she wanted to peg a man, and she knew how much my husband liked being pegged. Laura had come such a long way since that first party, and she was seriously into sex now. I think we all knew this was the first of many times we’d make her cum. What a great fuck she was! What a perfect slut she had become!

My New Office Chair

23 May 2021 /

I sat looking at this new arrival into our home office. It was a swivel chair on wheels, with a padded back in very similar fabric to our other office chairs, but with a plastic bucket seat, almost like a school chair, but adult-sized, a little deeper and with no hole in it.

I knew exactly what this was for, and I have to say I was ridiculously excited. This was a chair to wet myself on; the bucket seat would collect my piss and keep me sitting in it. I texted my husband (who ordered it), and he replied that he thought this would make me much more productive in the office. Yeah, right. It would make me much pissier and hornier, but I doubt more productive.

So, I put on a blouse and my work suit and settled down to start work, knowing full well that before the day is out, I would have wet myself in this new chair. I had a big bottle of drink to ensure my bladder was being steadily loaded during the morning, ready for him to return at about lunchtime.

When he did so, we were both already in character. I think he was pleased, not just with the chair, but he could tell from my movements that my bladder was fairly full, but I assumed I was going to be in for some serious desperation before I actually got to piss in the chair.

After a good amount of moving around working (each little movement putting a strain on my bladder), I settled down in my chair to do some computer work. My bladder was already full, but he kept topping up my glass to encourage me to top up my bladder.

At one point, I realised I had paused typing and was grabbing at my crotch. He had seen and asked me if I was OK. I said I was, but I did need a piss, but he insisted I finish this document first as it was urgent.

And so began the game. I finished something, drinking more liquid as I did it, asked to piss, and he said I needed to do something else first. And something else, and something else. I realised I could have just let go and pissed myself at any point, but where is the fun in that?

So, over the next half hour, I carried on drinking, crotch grabbing, squirming, and occasionally typing. At one point, he told me that going on and on about needing to piss was getting tiresome, and that I needed to do the job I was paid for without the interruptions. That little bit of role play really upped the game, and for the first time, I realised where this was going; he was setting this up delightfully.

After the fifth time I told him I desperately needed to piss, I was grabbing my crotch pretty much permanently. He told me to stop grabbing my crotch and carry on typing, and as I moved my hands away, I felt a small high pressure squirt. I clenched my muscles to try to stop it, but another squirt came and then the floodgates opened.

My face must have shown my predicament, as he realised and started asking if I was pissing. Was his nice professional secretary pissing herself in his office? He couldn’t believe how I had turned into this disgusting filthy bitch who couldn’t do her job without pissing herself. His words were turning me on enormously, but my bladder control had gone completely, and my piss was gushing out, seeping into the back of my skirt, and filling the plastic seat with a pool of my ever cooling piss.

There was no point in slowing the flow now, so I just let my piss seep out. He told me enough with the pissing obsession and to get typing again, so I started typing even as piss was still exiting my pisshole.

The ass area of my skirt was totally saturated and immersed in the piss, and I have to admit it felt rather thrilling.

A few minutes later, he asked if I’d finished pissing, if his lovely innocent professional secretary had finished pissing herself like a drunken tart, and I meekly said I had.

He said good and told me to stand up and bend over the desk. After I did so, I heard the camera taking pictures of my piss soaked skirt pulling tight over my ass.

Then he unzipped the two zips and lifted up the flap in my skirt to reveal my wet ass, moaning about his fingers being covered in piss. Then I felt his leather belt, doubled over to form a loop, impact across both my ass cheeks. It was clearly a hard strike, intensified by the wetness of my ass.

Another strike, then another, and the hard strikes were raining down at pace. After about a dozen, he stopped and zipped up my skirt, saying hopefully that would help me to think less about pissing and more about work. No chance, especially as the back of my skirt was still dripping and pulling taught over my burning ass, and that was before I sat back in the pool of piss and felt it flow back around my cheeks. It was soothing on my freshly tanned ass (and this is something I am not used to, as my ass usually has no soothing measures until well after the spanking session is completed).

As he told me what to do next, he put another glass of water in front of me as well. I sipped the water and tried to work, aware of the wetness around my ass, until about 20 minutes later, when he repeated the dozen spanks on my wet bare ass with his doubled up belt, and he repeated it every 20 minutes for a couple of hours, until I was fidgeting in my seat again. He saw me and told me I’d better not be about to piss again. I smiled sweetly at him, but my body movements must have given me away, as he knew my piss was flowing, topping up the puddle in the chair.

He couldn’t believe I was pissing myself again! He told me I had to learn pissing was not acceptable for a quality secretary, so once I had finished, he stripped my skirt and blouse off me, putting them into the piss on my chair, bent me over the desk, and began spanking me with his folded over belt again. I lost count of the number of strokes, but all the time, he was talking about me having to learn pissing was not acceptable. After he’d done, and my ass really was rather raw and painful, he told me to sit on top of my clothes back in the piss and stay there until my work was done, as he’d had enough of someone so disgusting.

I was there for about 30 minutes with the piss soothing my ass, sitting, and pushing my clothes into pool of piss. As he left the office, he was saying how he’d prefer his secretary to not piss herself every time she comes into the office. And yet I knew that was exactly what he had planned, and I loved it.

Phoenix Rising With A Fiery Ass

12 April 2021 /

I’m back! Six months after my previous blog disappeared from the internet without any notice, I’ve finally been able to get some new hosting sorted, and here I am, as kinky as ever, as naughty as ever, as explicit as ever and ready to blog.

Sorting out hosting has been surprisingly difficult. Most hosts specifically exclude explicit content in their terms and conditions, and some that do allow it are very expensive. Luckily, I’ve found Vice Temple, who are both reasonably priced and happy to allow very explicit content.

As I have full control of the blog now, I am taking the opportunity to give the layout a little spruce up. Nothing too radical, but the old theme I was forced to use didn’t work very well with mobile devices and had some annoying issues that I can fix now I’m in full control of the site. The blog has a new name and strapline, reflecting better how the blog has developed, and obviously, it has a new URL. I’ve been very lucky with the domain name: I wasn’t expecting KinkyMira.com to be free. It is nice and easy to remember, and I’m really happy to have it.

I have all the blog posts from my previous blog saved, and over the next few months, I’ll be posting them again, having given them a fresh edit. The tone of some of those older posts was not as explicit (when they could easily be), so I’m also bringing them in line with the newer material now that my style has settled down, and I’ve noticed the odd error or thing I can improve, and now seems a good time to deal with those. I have brand new material from the last few months to post to get us going again, and I’m also tweaking the categories and tags, in light of what I learned with the first blog.

I have three new areas, Who’s Who, Timeline and Firsts. Who’s Who shows all the relationships between people in this blog, as it is easy to lose track of who is who (particularly as historic and current posts are mixed in the post list). Timeline shows the blog posts in chronological order as the events occurred. Firsts is a chronological list of all the first times a particular activity is carried out with a particular person. All three pages will grow as blog posts get added (including the old ones). Also, for fans of my ass, I have the largest resolution image of my ass picture for you to enjoy. It is one of my favourites of my ass, pantyless of course, with just a hint of pink that signifies some paddle action earlier in the day.

Exciting times ahead, and I hope you will enjoy reading my words and posting comments. Your feedback has been lovely and has really spurred me on to restart the blog.

So that is the phoenix rising from the ashes bit covered. The symbolic rebirth, the hope, and the renewal. But this particular phoenix has a fiery ass. Spankings with a hand, a wooden hairbrush and then a tawse will do that. The wooden hairbrush and tawse make a particularly potent pair, mixing widespread impacts with highly focussed ones.

The tawse is new. Last November, I realised my ass needed something harder than the paddle we’ve been using. The tawse I bought was a Lochgelly Three Tail Tawse, a traditional hand-crafted tawse made from dense but supple black leather, meaning it wraps round the ass as it is applied and delivers a uniform strike across its length. It is a classic style school strap, but with particularly tough leather, meaning my ass knows about it. It is 18 inches long, which means that a well-aimed strike can cause the tawse to wrap round both ass cheeks including both sides. I have found it to give a most thorough all over spanking of all the implements been used on me to date.

When he first used it on my ass, it was that intense that I could only take about 10 strokes, but I’ve built up over time to take 30-40 depending on the day (even though the overwhelming intensity is still there). That’s much more what I was hoping for after those early sessions. (My challenge for 2021 is to have 2021 strokes of the tawse during the year; that works out at around 39 a week, so I’m now well on track to complete that challenge.)

But the spankings that gave me the fiery ass were related to this website. You see, my husband is a techie, and he did all the setup to make this blog possible. (I’m in awe of techies, because of the way they just know all the little things that need doing that mere mortals such as I would not have an inkling about).

But after many years freelancing, he’s always had this thing about never undervaluing his work. So, when I asked him if he’d help me, I offered to make payment so as to not undervalue his work. He obviously said I didn’t need to, but I was quite insistent, also making the point that I did not want him to skimp on time or effort as I wanted it done properly. Thus, we came up with payment spankings. Each and every day he worked on this blog, I’d get a spanking in proportion with the time. We agreed on a hand warm up, followed by wooden hairbrush and ending with the tawse (with the tawse strokes not counting towards my challenge total). At the time of the agreement, I had no idea that the wooden hairbrush and tawse would combine to massively increase the pain and torment my ass would feel. I soon found that out after his first day of work.

But I’m a girl of my word, and so every night, I’ve been over his lap for the hand spanking and the wooden hairbrush and then over the arm of the sofa for the tawse. Only once before have I had spankings on a good number of consecutive days, but only with the paddle. This was something else. The pain was fabulous, and my ass feeling like it was on fire and being split in two by the tawse was wonderful. Both the tawse and the wooden hairbrush were bruising in their own way and adding this day after day all went to increase the pain my ass had to go through. At first, I thought I was getting too few strokes, but the relentless day-on-day spankings soon proved I was getting enough.

But all too soon, he finished the website and with it my spankings finished. I wanted to carry on with them. My husband thought my ass had had enough for a while. He was probably right, but boy has that tawse exceeded my expectations. I was so right that I was ready for a harsher implement, and my careful and considered selection of a quality hand-crafted tool has certainly paid off.

My husband has enforced a two week recovery period for my ass. He reckons well deserved. I have no sympathy for my ass and can’t wait for the tawse to wrap itself round my cheeks again. Happily, that will be shortly after the recovery period ends, as he’s been saving up the payments for the odd tweaks he has made recently. My cunt is getting wet just thinking about it.

But in the meantime, I have the blog to keep me busy. So please make my ass’ sacrifice and torment worthwhile by reading, commenting, and using this blog for your enjoyment. It is so good to be back.

Sexual Distractions, Orgasms, Pain and Distress

8 August 2020 /

What happened to me over the winter has led me to realise what powerful tools we have in sexual activity, distraction techniques, orgasms, and even carefully selected pain in dealing with the things that ail me.

The clues have been there for some time. I’ve mentioned before how much my mental health suffers if I don’t have enough sex, so sex and orgasms certainly improve my mental wellbeing.

I think it is well known that having orgasms during your period can often help to significantly reduce period pain and can shorten your period. It certainly did both with me, to such an extent that I had to have orgasms many times a day whilst I was bleeding purely for pain management.

I’ve also never understood why women say they have a headache as an excuse to get out of sex. I’ve always found that sex and orgasms normally take the edge off my headache, even if it is the type of headache that hasn’t responded to medication.

Throughout our relationship, my husband and I have deployed sexual activity to manage my anxiety (which only flares up occasionally now but used to be really bad). My childhood meant that I was always anxious, especially about friendships and sexual relationships. That was particularly acute in the early days of my relationship with my now-husband, and I mentioned it one day when he was at work. He suggested I put my comfortable (yet sizable) butt plug in, sat in my really soft teddy bear dressing gown, and imagined he was wrapped around me hugging me with his cock in my ass.

When he got in, I was somewhat less anxious, but he thought he could do better. He sat naked on the settee, with me getting his cock hard with my hands, whilst he removed the butt plug and lubed up my asshole again. Then, I lowered myself onto his cock, him guiding it into my awaiting asshole. I realised that I had the butt plug in my asshole for the longest I ever had, so when he removed it, my asshole was gaping a little. It made his cock entering me rather easy.

He wrapped his arms round me, grabbing a good handful of tit in each hand, thereby completing the cocooned feeling. I was in bliss, and what was left on my anxiety fell away.

He roughly kneaded, groped, and squeezed my tits, which he knows I love, and when I felt his cock lose just a little of its structural integrity, he started to rock a little, just to bring his cock back to complete hardness.

Once his rocking was no longer enough, I started to ride him. I was in Anal Reverse Cowgirl, so I was in charge of how deep he got, and after me riding him got his cock growing again, he got very deep. He was still holding on to my tits and my movements were making them twist and drag which only heightened my excitement, and his growing just before he came was the last straw and I had a very rare orgasm with no cunt contact.

Since then, wearing the butt plug when I’m a little anxious invokes those and other good memories and therefore calms me down. I guess it works the same way as a comfort blanket, something familiar that you can feel the physical sensation on your body, with a link to good memories and feelings.

I’ve also found that a butt plug helps to reduce stress by distracting you with its physical presence (because you can always feel it in). For example, good feelings interrupt the build-up of anger and frustration, thereby keeping me calm.

But the biggest evidence to support this has been recently in the early stages of coming off gluten. I had tremendous pain deep inside the bones of my shoulders and the painkillers I had didn’t touch it. It turns out that my bone pain was due to my lack of nutrient absorption when I was glutened, so when I started taking supplements, the bones hurt from suddenly absorbing a glut of nutrients. My husband tried massage on me, but as it wasn’t tissue pain that had little effect. So, he suggested he try to distract me with some sex and some orgasms.

His cock filled my cunt for a while, and that brought a smile to my face, yet it wasn’t enough. So, after he’d cum, he got my wand, set it to maximum power, revealed my clit from inside its protective cocoon and applied the wand to it. My body instinctively tried to twist away from the wand, yet he managed to hold me in place and brought me to a hard orgasm. The relief from pain was fabulous, but after a few minutes, the pain started to come back. I told him I wanted another orgasm but was much more wriggly than last time.

He stopped after a bit of wriggling and loaded me into Victoria’s under bed restraints. I had never used them before (although he had used them with Vicki, as she loves them). I had always been very wary of restraints, but I agreed this time because I needed the orgasms, and I knew as my clit got more tender, I would wriggle harder to get away, even though my brain desperately wanted the orgasms.

My legs were wide apart and my arms slightly so, cuffed to the headboard. He turned the wand on and quite firmly applied it to my clit. My body tried to twist away, but it couldn’t get away and my poor clit was now solely dependent on his mercy for some relief, and that mercy wasn’t forthcoming. Over the course of the evening, I had orgasm after orgasm, each one giving my pain a little relief. My clit was the most swollen and engorged that I’ve ever seen it, yet the distraction and orgasms did their job, and for a few hours, my deep pain was significantly reduced. And I have to admit that I enjoyed not being able to escape the wand.

But there comes a point where a girl can’t orgasm again for a while. I was still in pain, so he thought of another distraction technique, and that was a good hard sustained spanking. My brain seems to only be able to focus on one source of pain at a time, so his theory was that if he spanked or paddled my ass enough, my brain will switch from deep bone pain to my spanked ass pain.

I was desperate for pain relief that worked, so I gave it a go. As he started spanking me, I felt the sensations of flesh meeting flesh, but any pain was drowned out. He quickly moved on to the soft side of the paddle and then the hard side, focussing on his favourite up and under stroke. He thought that focussing on one spot would maximise the pain I felt, and it was the pain that was important.

After a few dozen strokes with the hard side, I realised that my ass was feeling rather painful, but at the same time, the bone pain had really subsided. The tactic was clearly working, and I find the pain of a well spanked ass very pleasurable. He carried on paddling my ass, and it really fucking hurt, but my shoulders didn’t, and it allowed me to get to sleep, enjoying the throbbing in my ass rather than in my shoulders.

He repeated things the following day with similar success, and the day after, the shoulder pain was subsiding, so these techniques weren’t necessary. These techniques definitely work for me though and will be deployed again in the future. Sex isn’t just for fun and babies.

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