Introduction (my situation):

My“partner” usually spanks me (BDSM) for no reason and without preparation. He just does it because he feels like it or needs to let out his frustration. Since I’m dependent on him for some things, I let him do it. I don’t like it and it doesn’t do me any good, except to have some peace and quiet for a while. It used to be different, but that was a long time ago.
I just always hope that it will be over quickly.

It’s different with my play partner. I always give him reasons to spank me. We play a daddy/daughter relationship. He’s not very hard, but of course it also hurts my bottom.
So having to listen to a lecture, being put in the corner etc. is fun for me. I also really like the aftercare and cuddling with him.
I no longer have any of that with my partner.

My consequence

Neither gave me what I needed. So I registered on a platform to find a man who would really spank my ass. One day an older man wrote to me, but after a few chats he said that I was too soft for him. But he still gave me the link to this site. After I had a look at it, I found him much too hard, but we chatted more often via WhatsApp.

I found his voicemails very interesting because they were stories I had experienced myself. We wanted to meet without obligation, which didn’t work out at first and he suspected that I was a fake. After I sent him three videos where I got a beating, his opinion changed.

As I was often very cheeky in the chats, a mark was now made for each of my cheekinesses. I was supposed to get 10 strokes for each stroke. When I reached 10 strokes, I had to line up for the real punishment. Somehow I didn’t really take it seriously and quickly reached the 10 strokes, even though he warned me several times.

Before the meeting

Then it got serious, the date was set and the line number was even exceeded, which caused me a bit of fear of what was to come. The closer the day came, the worse my head cinema got, which he naturally triggered with additional messages. My dreams ranged from “I’ll laugh at you” to “I’ll never come back”.
The day before everything was tingling, my head was only occupied with the next day, which didn’t make his “nice instructions” any better and so the night wasn’t very restful. As I could hardly sleep, I got up quite early and there was still so damn much time before the appointment.

When he got in touch, I naturally slipped out a little joke, which immediately led to an aggravation of the punishment that triggered me fully, fear and desire to finally experience it alternated in me. Nervous as I was, the drive to the meeting point was very chaotic.

The meeting

There he was at the bakery. A quick nod, turned around and went ahead, I followed him and we both had a smoke together. He looked at me and asked, “Shall we go straight to my place?” I could only nod. His voice live was even better than in the voice messages and I was totally excited, barely able to answer his questions and sweating away.

Suddenly he asks me, in a very stern voice,“You know why you’re here?” and I nod in the affirmative, whereupon he put me over his knee and while he was asking me questions he was already working my bottom lightly, which was very pleasant and I could totally relax.

Then he ordered me to pull down my pants and bend over the armrest of the sofa so that he could work on my bare bottom a little more intensively.

Then he ordered me into the bathroom where I had to strip completely naked.“Completely naked” he growled because I still had my socks on. His dominant voice, which didn’t get loud, but conveyed his orders clearly and understandably, commanded my respect.
In front of the punishment table, I had to get down on my knees in front of him, bend my upper body forward so that he could pinch me between his legs, leaving my bare bottom totally at his mercy. Now it wasn’t so relaxing what my bottom had to take, but it was still good to endure, especially because I knew it wasn’t part of the punishment.

The punishment

I had to clear the punishment table of the instruments that were lying there in the number of my strokes and with each one I was to receive 10 strokes. Then I had to bend over the table and stick my butt out at him …

and then he struck.

I could play some instruments quite well, but as he often says “I won’t do you any favors because you will be punished by me. It’s not a request concert”. With my eyes closed, I counted the strokes but at some point I no longer knew how many instruments there were. I had also dropped an instrument, which I immediately regretted. I screamed out in pain with every stroke and could hardly answer his questions, which resulted in punishments. At some point he was finished with me and I was completely exhausted and sweaty. My bottom was on fire and hurt like nothing I’d ever experienced before.

Poverso asks: Did you have respect and trust for him?

Yes, the look and also the body language, I had respect for him from the very first sight. It was like a bang, the serious look, the short nod, walking and expecting me to follow. That was the first impression: “I can’t do what I want with him” and there was immediate trust, otherwise I wouldn’t have gone with him straight away.

Then at the beginning of the game, when his voice switched and his natural dominance came to the fore, I felt hot and cold. In the game, grabbing me and pushing me down, holding me to show me that you have to endure this, his serious look when I carried out the instructions. Everything about him is dominant at times like that!

Aftercare

Then came something really nice in which he creamed my maltreated bottom, massaged me a little and stroked my back with his fingernails, wonderful.

Pure goose bumps!

While having a cigarette on the balcony, I had to stand in front of him with my back to him and my pants down so that he could look at my heavily marked bottom the whole time.

Before I was allowed to leave, he bent me over a worktop again, pants down and I got some with the nasty red on my ass as a reminder, where the flames immediately flared up again.

To say goodbye, he took me in his arms, something that really touched and reassured me. He then said,“On the way home, go inside yourself and think about everything again“. Then I was allowed to leave.

Poverso asksWill you go to him again?
Yes, absolutely, because it was simply indescribable.

How did I feel before the session?

Fear, desire to experience what it’s like to be spanked really hard.

How did I feel during the session?

Excitement, fear, desire, giving up control, having no more rights, but also being able to let go, being at the mercy of others, having to trust, having to endure everything and being able to hear and experience dominance.

How did I feel after the session?

Full, Ready, Confused, Liberated

Conclusion:

It was an experience I wanted to have. I endured the punishment, which made me proud. I was able to give up control, which liberated me inside.
This feeling of being completely at the mercy of others, not being able to do anything about it, letting go completely, having no rights, was simply indescribable and can make you addicted to it.