Fun, fun, fun!

To be honest, I appreciate spankings much more when there is a reason behind them. It might not be a very serious reason, and it sometimes it can be a game to pretty much invent one in the spur of the moment, but I find that it brings so much more to the experience than a simple, ‘just for fun’ spanking.

Maybe it’s because I have known some very playful spankees for whom the threat of a spanking to come was just as fun as the spanking itself; maybe it’s because of these games of hide and seek, of playful banter and exasperation that culminates in a —well deserved by then— reddening of buttocks. It may also be that enjoying hurting someone is easier to accept when the hurting seems justified (no unwilling cheeks were hurt in the making of this post), but that’s a topic for another day.

Of course, spanking isn’t one thing. There isn’t one spanking, there are spankings, plural, and they come in many shades of red. Depending on the reason, on the occasion, on the spankee and on the spanker, there will be many ways to enjoy and punish as is fit. There is a simple pleasure in pale cheeks turning red (or dark cheeks, all skin tones are welcome), in resistance giving way, in breathing becoming harder as the burning increases. I hope that for the spankees, there is something also in having a fault, however small, being expiated, forgiven and forgotten. A clean slate for a red bottom, it seems a fair trade.

It’s not to say that funishment is not… well, fun; but it’s always nice to have a scolding to accompany the smacks, like lyrics to the music, if you will. Isn’t it?

Nope

“Owwww!” Lexi cried out, “Owww! Stop!”

“Nope…” said Keisha, her hand coming down once more on Lexi’s bare bottom.

“You made your point!” Lexi cried again.

“Nope…” Keisha said, nonchalantly, landing another hard slap. Lexi’s ass was a deep red by now, and Keisha’s added a few hard slaps to her thighs for good measure.

“Keisha… Owww! Please! Please!”

“I think I’ve told you I would stop once I was happy with your punishment?” Keisha’s hand hurt, but she didn’t let up, spanking her roommate without a pause.

“But surely… Owww! Surely by now…”

“Nope…” The slaps came again and again, hard, strict, painful.

“Keishaaa…”

“That’s my name, yes?” Her hand went down once more, unwavering.

“I’m sorry…”

“There are two things I can’t stand, Lex…” Keisha said, her hand like that of the law, heavy and punishing.

“Yes?”

“Liars and thieves.” Merciless, she kept landing slap after hard slap on Lexi’s bruised, crimson round cheeks.

“I’ll make it back to you! I’ll buy it all back!”

“I’m sure you will.” She went for the thighs again, making Lexi cried out in pain. She wouldn’t be able to sit for a while, that was a given. Good.

“Keish—Oww! I’m sorryyyy…”

“Yup.” She went from full-palmed hand slaps to dry, quick one with the tip of her fingers. Lexi’s bottom wiggled and bounced as she winced and wiggled, helpless.

“Please stop…”

“Nope…”