Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

The past two scenes have seen a special growth in my Master’s and my relationship, through spanking.

There’s a sentence that needs an explanation, if ever there was!

I continue on my journey of discovering that I can be completely satisfied by CP, not needing sex to happen to feel that a scene is “complete.” My fantasies at the moment are about just being put over my Daddy’s lap, and spanked until I cry.

Both scenes that we did entirely played out my fantasies. (How often does anyone get to say that?) I was put over Daddy’s lap, as he sat on the side of the bed, with one of his legs over both of mine, and spanked and spanked up through the place where the pain was too much – and out the other side, to release and tears that were far more about joy than pain.

After each spanking, when my Daddy then held me close while I finished my cry, we found ourselves in this place of tenderness and contentment that was so potent it was better than any drug. The love we felt for each other was so intense, it was like we were in a bubble of warmth and connection and safety and bliss.

I’ve had good sex before. I’ve had great sex. This was light-years beyond it. If the release I had was an orgasm, it was a purely mental one.

Now, I’m not saying I’m off sex or anything. I love sex, and that’s not going to stop. I think it’s more about my Master and I just being in the same place, and the alignment of our wants and needs is what is making this so brilliant. I’m aware that I’m very lucky to experience this, because some people will never taste this in their whole lives. But I don’t think it’s about me – I think it’s what spanking can bring about. That the communication required to do consensual spanking (with the power exchange and SM and emotional exploration it entails) can bring a couple into such similar places that they are more able, and more likely, to experience it.

I’m not saying things will always be this perfect for us. We are like planets going in our own orbits around the sun. But I hope in the hard times I can remember back to these moments when we have been perfectly aligned.

To end on a less soppy note, after the first of these two spankings, the next day my bottom hurt, but I thought I’d just been sitting without moving enough for too long, and took myself off to the gym. But at the gym, after walking there and stretching, my rear still ached. “Why is it still sore?” I wondered, without the least clue.

It wasn’t until after I’d worked out with my tender botty that I suddenly realized, “Oh, you fool, you had a first-rate spanking last night! Duh!”

The ache the next day after the second one therefore didn’t take me by surprise – I just enjoyed the lovely sense-memory that had been tenderized into my fundament.

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