Being spanked is so intense sometimes it’s difficult to remember. But the period after, standing in reflection, is what I remember most. It’s a mix of humiliation, anger, and plain sexual arousal. It reached deep into my most inner submissive core. In that moment. The whirlwind of emotions is overpowering. Later, you long for it again.
Ooooooooo.
Mine put me under strict orgasm control. If I so much as touched myself for pleasure without her permission, I’d find myself bent over the couch arm rest for a punishment. We lived together so she knew. My arse took quite a beating at times. 😆
The same on the orgasm control. My partner had her own methods of torment. But she chose the time and circumstance of any stimulation or orgasm I was to receive.