Wicked!

It’s time for another collaboration with Lurvspanking as part of the Wicked Wednesday writing prompts. This week’s theme was “Nightmare”… Beware, it’s a dark tale…

Collaboration

To whom does that spanked bottom belong and why is she being punished?

Head on to Lurvspanking’s blog to find out all about it in a delicious Wicked Wednesday short story.

Expect more collaborations in the future!

And so it begins

This has been in the back of my head for a long time ; I needed a place to put writings and drawings, things that I’ve kept to myself for a long time about that interest of mine (ours?). You see, the problem with burning passions is that they can consume you if you let them simmer for too long.

Spanking, then… Pleasure and pain mixed together, fulfillment and humiliation, love and fear. It’s all in the duality, isn’t it? That dichotomy between dominant and submissive, master and pet, spanker and spankee… I find it fascinating.

Why, indeed, give yourself completely to someone. Can you really trust someone so fully that you would let them do anything they please with you? It turns out you can. On the other hand, can one be so sure of their righteousness that they can pretend to make the best decisions for every aspect not only of their own life but that of their care?

Yes.

It takes work, incommensurate amounts of trust, from both parties. I fully believe that that submissive holds and immense power in that kind of relationship. A master craves control and trust ; pain, oftentimes, is secondary. But the moment the submissive is pushed too far, he or she can —and should— have the last word, that fateful “No” that will end it all.

And there lies the line that any dominant can’t cross. The apex of control might sometimes dangerously flirt with that limit. How much can one lose oneself? How far does trust run? How much pain can one take before breaking?

The art of a good relationship —and that of a good spanking— is all in the balance. It can’t be all punishment with no reward, it can’t be tight control without bursts of freedom, it can’t be bruises and welts without comfort and hugs. A hard balance to find sometimes, but a necessary one.

Like so, this blog. Pictures and texts, a few personal words. I doubt that many people will find this place, but I hope some of you will enjoy it. I know that for it to thrive it will need regular updates, regular attention and care.

Can I do it? Should I sign this contract? In all honesty, I’m fearful I won’t be able to uphold it. But then, without a little fear, where’s the pleasure?