I’d always been curious about being spanked, but it wasn’t until I met someone who was into BDSM that I finally got to explore it for real. One night, after talking about my boundaries and what I wanted to try, we decided to push the limits a bit.

He had me bent over the edge of the bed, completely exposed, and I could feel the excitement building as I waited for that first smack. He started slow, light slaps that made my skin tingle, but each one felt better than the last. As the intensity picked up, the mix of pleasure and pain had me wanting more, practically begging for it.

When he brought out the paddle, things got intense. Every strike made my body shake, the sting was almost too much to handle, but I craved every second of it. It wasn’t until I was trembling and couldn’t take any more that he finally stopped, leaving me breathless, sore, and completely satisfied.

It was the kind of experience that sticks with you, and it left me wanting to go even further next time.