Not All Rainbows and Sunshine

Sometimes the world is loud and just overstimulating in general! It becomes hard for me to focus. My mind races a million miles a minute. My sleep is broken up and the itch for spanking is more intense.

These are the times when I have to communicate to Sir what I need. I know I need a good cry and this is where Kink becomes not so pretty. This is when things become ugly and dangerous and just overall intoxicating.

Sir usually knows when I’m in need of a spanking. He will warm me up for days leading up to the real ass whooping. Spanking my ass as He walks past me or spanking me while He fucks me. Nothing too heavy to elicit a tear just yet, but enough to put me in the space of craving more. wanting to be used and hurt.

“I need my ass beat Sir, I need a good cry. I want You to hurt me. I need my ass to be sore.”

“Oh, I know.”

“And I know what I’m asking for”

“Oh I know you do”

I laughed and looked at Him. I saw the look in his eyes and knew He would be delivering that ass whoopin real soon.

We had a day out going to a couple of yard sales and then headed to a coffee shop to see and talk with another partner of Sir’s. We sat and talked for a few hours about the next projects and where life has us all. After coffee, we dropped off His packages from eBay at the post office.

We stopped to get food, and Sir took me to my nail appointment. When I got home He woke up from His nap and began moving things around in the room. I had laid down watching TV a bit tired from the running around. I watched Sir pick up my new puppy mask and then pick up a tow strap He had gotten a couple weeks ago at a yard sale.

Placing His chair in the middle of the floor He sits down and tells me to get on the floor and show Him my ass. I do as Im told, but my knees are a bit sore lately LMAO!! Im always on them. He makes me get up on His bed and bend over.

There is a tinge of attitude in me I can feel it, but that’s no problem for Him. I don’t know if He can sense my resistance. My ass in the air and my head laying on my hands, i wait for the first swat to my ass. I don’t make any noise.

I feel myself adjusting to the feeling of the tow strap. Its stinging after each hit but then the sensation changes. an almost growl-type moan leaves my lips and i clench my hands.

Sir pulls out the crop next and begins lightly tapping my ass with it. When I least expect it the hit lands on the small of my back and another fuck leaves my lips.

Soon the swats are coming in faster and harder. in between the swats Sir takes His hands and runs them over the spots He just hit. I shiver as the pain of my ass being touch effects me.

“You knew what you were asking for. Remember?”

“This is what you wanted right? You needed your ass beat right?

I say nothing and He repeats it over and over as I groan and whimper as He beats me. Until I finally give in!

“Yes Sir”

The pain i feel when Sir spanks me is the best. I don’t want to just feel pain, I want Him to hurt me. I want brusies on my ass. I want my ass it itch and tingle ass my clothes rub against them.

Sir continues beating my ass and “Fuck!” is the only word I can muster from my lips.

Sir is taking videos of me as He beats me.

He takes a pause and spreads my ass to smell me. It sends chills up my spine and Im hoping He just slides His tongue over my clit. Its begging for it! Im begging for it! I can hear Him inhale deeply and growl lowly. The feeling vibrates against my ass and right down into my pussy. Taking one last deep inhale Sir backs away again. I whimper not wanting Him to leave from His spot.

Back to beating my ass…I need this I remind myself. I want this!

Sir takes the crop and lands a few smacks my shoulder and then the other right before it lands on the small of my back. Over and over again as I yelp and groan. It becomes so much and I move from my place.

“Get back in place bitch”

I can feel the tears forming and I’m fighting them still. Not willing to give in yet.

“I’m sorry Daddy”

I always stay in place and for the first time I didn’t I feel bad. I want to cry but I need Him to force it out of me. Getting back in place He lands a few more swats to my ass.

Taking a pause again, He spreads my ass. Taking His tongue and licking my asshole before sinking His teeth into my left ass cheek. I scream into the bed as my hands clench the sheets.

Sir lets me go just long enough to bite into my right cheek. I can’t fight much longer and He knows. I reach back and grab His arm. Taking Him with me through the emotions. I scream again unable to hold it in. Im begging Him to release me.

He spreads my pussy as He lets go of my ass. I could feel the tears pricking my eyes with each swipe of Sirs tongue on my clit. My pussy was wetter than ever and I knew i was reaching my peak. I wouldn’t be able to hold back the tears much longer.

I was so close to cummimg and He backed away! This was my breaking point. I couldn’t hold back any more. Denying me the release I wanted. My body began to shake as the tears begin falling. He tells me to get in position with my ass in the air.

This is what I needed. What I asked for. This is what He craves. The tears, the vulnerability.

Getting behind me and sliding His dick into me. What’s wrong with me that I can’t function without this?

Beat me till I cry and fuck the tears out of me! Why am I such a whore? Why did I need Him to hurt me this way? Use me like I’m worthless.

“I’m sorry and I’ll be good Daddy” are the only words I can muster as He fucks me.

“She gonna cry and still take dick”

“Fucking whore”

“The tears aren’t gonna stop me.”

I can’t help myself and I cum. Why am I like this? Degrade me, use me, hurt me! Digging His nails into my lovehandles forcing more tears out of me. I can take it I promise.

Pulling my hair Daddy tilts my head so He can see the tears fall as He fucks me.

Despite the tears my body always betrays me and I become a whore. Sitting on His dick as I cry. Telling Him I’ll be a good whore. Sir rides me making me His bitch owning me with every stroke.

With a growl I feel His dick pulse inside me as He cums. I clench around Him wanting all of it. Sir stays still holding His dick inside me. Sliding out of my another round of tears fall.

I feel used…

Daddy places a towel between my legs as I lay there tears still falling.

“I’m sorry Daddy”

“I’ll be good, I promise”

The only sentences I can get out. The only words I can form. Sir comforts me and tells me I’m safe. Which only makes me cry harder.

Rubbing my body until I calm down and He asks me if I’m okay. I nod my words not forming yet. He comforts me until the tears stop wrecking my body and I can breathe deeply.

After a session like this I feel like I’m floating. Like I’m small in a giant space. But the world is quiet. My head is silent.

Thank you Sir for always giving me what I need. For taking care of me in my most vulnerable moments. I trust you with all of me.